Nathan Tyree: Fuzz and Lint
Very hungover. I started drinking at one in the afternoon, and didn't stop until sometime today. My brain hurts. My stomach feels like it has been filled with rocks and then jumped on by a large Bulgarian man. My eyes itch. Not in a regular way, but like they've been abraded with rock salt and hot sauce. Some one kill me. Please.

Mood: Hhozawhatzit?
Music: My pulse thumping in my temple
Browsing: Pork?


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