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so my mother was trying to make small talk in the car today after i finished the work for my grandmother that i was under the influence i was being paid to do. she asked if i still talk to "kate" the girl who "moved to middletown or somewhere down there". i replied the standard "yes" as i do to most questions she asks. in all reality she hasn't talked to me in over a year, doesn't plan on talking to me for twice as long, and would rather not talk to me for an eternity. its depressing when i think about how going to canada and growing weed was a life plan. thats possibly the only promising career i ever may have had.


....and you people thought apathy fell from the goddamn sky.