I'm fucking burnt man.
I'm fucking BURNT.
It's been goddam raining for like a week, and the ONE DAY we get good weather I have to go and get burnt.
The top of my legs are burnt and I am at a total loss on what to do next.
Guess I'll just continue texting Logan about disney channel TV.
I'm that sad.
Or I'm that happy.
It really depends on how you judge things.
Not that judging is good.
Judging is bad, people, dont do it.
Unless you're an actual judge.
Then, by all means, go ahead.
Judge away. Judge on. Ride that law train, and get off on platform 'critical analyzation' and then go on 'judge and get fudge' road and drive down 'pwn criminals ass' lane and then arrive at 'house of....jail' and... whatever.
I'm burnt. Thats the point.
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