Sucks
Clowns are a childhood trauma waiting to happen.
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It’s been so bloody cold it’s not fair! Below 0 C (42 F) during the day! Even lower at night! Where the hell is my goddamn spring? We sprung ahead, I want warm!
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I hate having ideas I want to write down, then loosing them by the time I find a place to write them. It happens far too often for me.