I haven’t had a smoke in a week or so.
I’ve chewed so much gum that I can’t stand to look at it now.
I haven’t had a Chai Chiller today.
I’ve had enough pizza to kill a horse.
I’m feeling this built up pressure, this want to go somewhere that isn’t here, and this need to… be complete.
Those of you who know me well, know what I mean. The rest of you… will figure it out someday.
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