I think I might actually slap you or something. I don't know. I just want to build something that can you get you here like now. Or get me there like now. Because I need a break from being alone all the time. Because everyone smokes pot and no one actually cares about how isolated it makes me feel. And I hate your card company crap right now. You could be here right now. Reminding me that there are people who enjoy both weed and spending time with me. And instead of me sitting here feeling dumb as shit for getting so excited just for disappointment that we won't spend a whole weekend together, we'd be snuggling right now. But that's not the case. Another Friday of me just wishing there was something better to do. Except, you know, being thoroughly disappointed. But what's another 20 hours? Disapproval. Towards everything.
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