theres a big fat indian boy staring at me over the top of his computer moniter across the room. im getting angry and i can smell cumin and spices from where i sit, a good 20 feet away from the creep. he looks like a human version of Baloo from jungle book, and i am nothing but an innocent mowgli, sitting here passing time while i wait for the mothership to come pick me up. been breaking a sweat from working to darn hard, running around college and doing stuff and stuff. all very important, trust. just exchanged an angry look with the fat dark boy again, now i look at him he kinda reminds me of that kid from family guy? the upside down face one, and thats making me even more aggy that now my typing has become very prenounced and overly firm, and the sound of my typing sounds like a cricket having a fit but im beyond caring because any second now im going to stand up and smash this DELL panoramic screen over his stupidly porky head. god i love the computer room.
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