Dah.

What a wasted day this feels like. Well, whatever. I have half-assed the cleaning of my apartment and washed my dishes, and that must be enough. I’m an hour late getting to bed, which makes me apprehensive for the morrow, but, again, whatever. I got a leetle Christmas tree at Wal-Mart for $10 and that makes me happy. And now no mas entry or day.

5 Replies to “Dah.”

  1. Daaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That’s what a girl on my floor says. And then I use it to call her. Like, V-ness would say “Hey, see if Jessi wants to whatever” so I’d go into the hall and yell “DAAAAAAAaaahhhhh” and then if she was around she would answer with another Daaahhhhh. It’s pretty legit.

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