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Sounds like the basis of a great time.
Most of my best evenings out were when I really couldn’t be arsed but my pals dragged me out. Maybe it’s because I had such low expectations for a night out that I was pleasantly surprised and easily pleased.
Purely anecdotal, of course.
Why are there two lower case Ns in the cloud?
Maybe it’s the author. Nomen nescio might have made it
They’re expressing their identity and I’m proud of them for it. You go, clouds
Spin the mental health wheel! Who knows where it will land?!
Every fucking morning. I swear someone is steadily replacing all the slices on the wheel with, “It’s a great day to die,” though.
