a good day is.

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heavy pooping that makes me feel lighter, sprightlier and cleaner, like the housewife olympics 2008 was held in my tummy, and the Scandinavians won. minimalism, ya know.

my insides are juggling around, adjusting to having more space. heck, i bet my CG is being re-centred, and my shooting finger needs to be recalibrated.
the crawly sensation in my head is my brain scrambling to hold on to ze skull, scooting itself up every couple of seconds, 'cause the pile of entrails it's sitting on keeps wiggling like it's trying to grow into a new pair o' shoes.
i think i jump a foot higher now. and i bet if lungs called out to kidney, eh minah, jiah peng liao, kidney will scream back, ah lian, don't cha holla at me, frickin' echoing down here. be gone dead weight, swooosh.
yeah, it feels real nice.

oh yeah. crap.


oh. LOLZ PUNZZZZZOREXOMETERZ!!!
no, really. gomen nasai?

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