My life as a Justin A Marshall includes so many damn things… Things so fucking pointless that it really wouldn’t matter what I say.
Are you intrigued yet?!
I thought you wouldn’t be and that’s exactly why I decided to keep typing!
So… Today, which is Sunday, I slept. Sleeping is good. For everyone that says it isn’t they are just full of jealousy, I mean come on, many of the best animals sleep all winter long. Seriously, bears, bears!
Have you ever typed with your eyes close?
I have, and am doing so as I do continue to type. singing, this will be the day I type.
This will be the day that I type.
Good! Because I hope you’re not waiting for me.
This fills up a hole…………. but it just grows somewhere instead.
Anyway, I went and saw the Blindside me Felicia and her brother. It was full of sappy goodness and predictability. Mainly, because my brother had read me the plot line before hand. That was before I thought I was actually going to go.
Short post, but puck it.
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