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woke up this morning as if i had something to do, but it's not a work day, it's the weekend, just another day where i have to struggle to fill it with something i actually have fun doing. only thing that came to mind at 9 am was to grab some breakfast in k-town. i took an old magazine i picked up the other day at a train model store in burbank hoping that it being old will interest me. i flipped through the pages struggling to find the articles and pictures appealing but it was no use. i found the subject matter boring and the black and white photos hollow. in the end it was just a tattered, yellowed bound pile of shit. i found myself left to my constant uneasiness and restlessness.

FU

she's sassy