What is the point of Sundays? I mean, what's the point? I'm so bored I feel like running up the walls, I would do it but I'm kind of physically unable.
I went to a party last night. I never go to parties. I drank red wine, talked too loud, ate a bunch of junk food and I came home.
That's about it.
11.19.2006
Someone amuse me....
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The point of Sunday is to sleep far too long and get a headache, study your ceiling, throw out the old food from your fridge, wax up your frisbee, put off some projects until next week and watch the Sopranos in your underwear.
Or at least that's how I understand it...
Amuse you? I tried, but failed.
Sunday is my day to just be...I don't take on anything huge i just sit and contemplate life...Aww its good to be me on a Sunday
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