Woke up. Got out of bed. Dragged a Comb across my head.I really didn't do that. I just thought of that randomly. It kinda described this morning, except for the last part. Stupid Beatles songs.
What does that have to do with anything? Nothing.
I don't have much to say today. Except for Ice cream. And Eggs. And Frogs.
What else? Apparently my vision of "Furies" from Greek mythology was COMPLETELY wrong. According to other people, they are women without any clothes on flying around with snakes in their head, and blood dripping from their eyes. My vision was a little more kid-friendly. Little brown fuzz balls with sharp teeth. That's it. Wow. Way off.
I need to do something. Like actually open my vinyl (when I get a record player), get some type of cd player, buy a pet axolotl, or...buy a street fighter poster for a total of $1.03.
Well, the mafia killed almost everyone today. Just me and 2 other people survived. I'm goood.
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