Kozna

I hate my philosophy classes like you wouldn't believe.
My gorilla classmates take any opinion as an insult and always try to "one up" each other with what-aboutism.
The class itself is about the why of the why of the.... oops! class ended time to go! We literally reach NOWHERE.
And the worst offender is my fucking teacher, big round butt, pug face, feminist tattoo on left hand, this cunt will ALWAYS try to stir the class opinions into some lgbt feminism bullshit.
Muh patriarchy, muh racism, muh homophobia, muh natural and superior polygamy.

I really hate it, but I'm close to getting the paper that says I'm a good boy that learned a lot of things, I can't give up now.

Dolce far niente: The pleasure of doing nothing.

waiting for the bus

Send me the full force of winter, I am ready.

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put some order in your lives you lawless beasts

Vodka and Pliers: the ultimate solution to a bad tooth or ingrown nails
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Agora-chan wasn't the same after the brain transplant...

bure bure bure bure

I was using the puter during a severe thunderstorm, the way the screen started flashing with different colors when a thunder hit near my house reminded me of Christmas.
Also shoutouts to my PSU for not dying and holding on like a KING.

I used to be really thoughtful about what I "liked," only giving it to things I genuinely enjoyed. Now, in Agora, everyone seems to like everything I post, regardless of the content. This has made me less selective with my own likes, which feels strange. It's almost like I'm returning the favor.
Not that its a bad thing, just a thought.

I seriously need a change, as in 'my plane crashed in some unknown boreal forest, I am the sole survivor, and help is coming in 25 years from now' kind of change

dook ad dis dittle bead i maed heheh

woosh
there are breadcrumbs on your bed now

I hurt my back a little while ago, now I can only sit for about 20 minutes and I'm in constant pain, the worst part is remembering all of those moments where I was okay and could do menial stuff like bend a little to wash my hands.