oh you gotta love that banksy. a little change from the panda-lovin, for once. in any given room, there's always a billion things that go unsaid. go long enough without saying them, and your room elephant will eventually become wallpaper. lots of things going on, which i will leave unsaid for now, especially since no one reads this thing anyway except maybe me, virgie, and andrew, but only when i tell him to. how do i feel? nervous, excited, hopeful... but for the time being, simply kind of annoyed. but it's friday, so how bad could it be?
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