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The protein drink mix turns the milk green and adds pockets of grit. Its like drinking imitation vanilla sand. Meh. Maybe after drinking this shit for awhile I’ll feel mentally better..


I’m really looking forward to house sitting for Dustin and Natasha. I’m not even sure how to explain the excitement.. I do really miss those two. It was nice living with them, for the most part, as they were like me in the sense that they didn’t want to go out partying all the time, but instead enjoyed simple relaxation, intelligent conversation, and nice dinners from time to time. Of course with art nights thrown in on occasion for good measure.


PS. I hate the holidays. Though I did enjoy watching the Always Sunny christmas episode today. For a bizarre unexplainable reason I like seeing mall santas attacked, ie also the Boondocks christmas episode. With the pretty curtains around Dustin and Natasha’s places I should have a few nice backdrops for playing dress up on Christmas, as I have made my own personal tradition in celebrating the holiday.


Fuck christmas.

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