It's one of those days again.
My cold-blooded self is taking refuge in my brand spankin' new Out of Print sweatshirt.
It's fleecy on the inside.
Cosy, is the word.
I feel a little bad though, i usually don't wear things i've never read/heard/watched or just honestly can't comprehend.
What would be the point?
But i will read Huckleberry's famed adventures at some point.
So that makes it okay...right?
It doesn't, does it?
Gosh darn it .
My attempts to not swear as much cause me to sound like a disgruntled seven year old.
I like that.
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