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Hello my lost blog,
How alone you must feel and quite neglected to say the least. When was the last time I touched you? A year ago? The deepest of apologies and regrets for ignoring you. I'm sitting here with Tyla while she types a paper about an old woman named Granny Gertrude. I'm waiting to go and play thy Wii that thy boyfriend Richard Newman the third has bought thyself. It sits in the very depths of my living room, past the lighting fixtures and the loud ravenous surround sound. It calls my name like the one ring. I feed off of it. All of my strength being drained from the very need of it! I have no work for the next four days and my very soul shrieks with pleasure. Ah, the feeling of no stress and lightness, like I could fly! The very thought sends me aloft. I'm also job searching and I get to leave the hell hole I call Peter Becker. Yes, I will finally stand for what I believe in... which that I am not quite sure but the point is FREE AT LAST FREE AT LAST THANK GOD ALMIGHTY I AM FREE AT LAST. Much love my african american brother.