I love the way you speak to me, oh baby baby baby. Tell me about your fantasizes. Lets ask the great one what he thinks. No, let’s not but one time I told kyli I’d write a paper so here it is. I’ll tell you the story about how I don’t know a gosh darn thing, about the Arab Spring, I just don’t know. I didn’t even know it existed til a few days ago. I don’t even know what it means exactly and I’m too lazy to go look it up. Ugh I’m stuck, this always happens when I write papers.
Ok new paragraph I don’t know how long this is suppose to be so I’m going to write 300 words. One hundred twenty six down couple hundred more to go. So maybe I should wiki the arab spring. I know you’re not suppose to wiki but everyone does it. And yes if they jumped off a cliff I would too, I’m insecure. Oh it’s the revolution, nice. Very very nice.
I’m hung over, someone feed me, I should go make breakfast, this paper is just hog wash. No substance what so ever, but I feel like making an INFJ getting her masters in comparative literature squirm, with bad grammar and a non sensical stuff. I’ll do a spell check at least. Someone tell me a story, ok so this happened a few days ago. Actually I have no story so fuck you bitch. I like you, I’m going to post this and ask the grammar Nazis if this paper makes them squirm, I’m very curious to see if that’s the case or not. I can only talk so long trees are nice, but really what have you done for trees? I like you but sometimes I hate you, I’m sorry. I’m not a very good person.