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Idiot Control Now
bees on pie, burning rubber tires
I am having the hardest time transitioning out of this scene. And for some reason I refuse to move on to the next scene until I get it done. It really only needs a few more lines.

But it's so awwwwwwkward.

Screw it, it's finally after 4 pm, I'm getting me some alcohol to see if that helps.

Current Mood: frustrated frustrated
Current Music: read between the lines--ksm

justify your existence