
Speaking of all things censor-worthy: try to guess which one won without Googling.
At the office, Friday night, and going to stay because it's cleaner than my apartment and I need to put together documentary proof I didn't plagiarise the sack of shit that has been wrecking my life for more than a year. I may go out for a drink later, but the crooked way that last mochaccino went down suggests I'm more likely to go home and cry myself to sleep. People have warned me that when this fucker is done I'll feel a vaccuum in my life. I think I'll try filling it with a huge mountain of cocaine. Like this:

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hahahaha
good god woman, clean your apartment.
*You* clean my apartment.
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