that's my title, don't wear it out. as i expertly guided my grandfather's truck, he bestowed this appellation upon me, and i now wear it with pride.
monitoring being over with though, i am currently drowning my sorrows in a glass of stale Life cereal, and 2% milk. i don't actually have any sorrows, other than the fact that YNH isn't available to speak at me, but i thought it sounded good. so i wrote it. i think i may clean the kitchen now, cause it's messy. and it'd give me a good reason to be up. so! i shall!
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Aw, I'm sorry. I think the absence of a YHN counts as a sorrow, you poor thing. Life cereal makes everything better, I concur.
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