Blue is the quietest colour. Blue is the colour of silence.
Blue hues.
*Thrashing through blue*
Today I worked out. No kidding. I straight up hit to the gym and pumped iron. My schedule is such that routine outings to the gym (three times a week) will be realized. And I have a gym buddy -- and we will cap one another if things go awry.
My classes are infinitely boring. Life is terribly insipid. And my curiosity is stifled by shyness.
What the hay? Life should be beatific and gay.
Assertiveness required.
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Funny you should use the word insipid, because during my brief stay in Ontario, on like the nineteen-thousanth cloudy day, I looked up at the sky and termed it insipid in my mind. Insipid, it is, then!
Clairvoyance.
i remember we gym'd it up once back in first year...we were s'posed to do it regularly; what happen'd?
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