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[(Man+Woman)/Other Woman] + Lies - trust + (friends/stories) = one hell of a circus

Yeah, I guess this is how it's done outside mathematics. No numbers. No squareroots. No Old-school Proffessors. No grades.

It’s just me and the bitches. Damn this could be the ride I won’t forget. A ride with strangers all assuming to know me inside and out. Now that's something. Hell, I don't even know half of myself and here comes these post-heartbreak-know-it-all blabbing like I'm this clay and they're the potmaker. Negative Vibes all over. It's not helping me out and it's a complete waste of potential energy (now I'm talking physics!)

Good Vibes, pasok!!

Let's talk about work. I got good stats so far and I'm regaining the witch's trust. So there's nothing I shouldn't be doing this time to get what I deserve. Well, so far so good. We had pizza. I sent the witch a letter of apology after seeing the Aux Report (courtesy of my friend, Hue) this morning. Honestly, that list made me realize how famous I am both in good stats and bad stats. This could be the reason why I always get the cold looks from the president of faggotry, Jeremy, everytime I see him along the hallway. Fine. As if this would stop my lungs from pumping carbon dioxide if they won't say "hi". Bahala na sila. Basta ako mag ice cream ko this Thursday.

So suck it.