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A Day in the Life of Gaylord ManluvYou wake in the morning to your phone buzzing next to your ear. Its 12:30 in the afternoon. The sun creeps through the slightly cracked window of your mother's basement. You checked your phone and see that you have seventeen unread texts from your many girlfriends. They're all still in middle school so they haven't learned how to not be clingy and annoying. That's ok. You forgive them.A Day in the Life of Gaylord Manluv by Pinkydarn
You roll out of bed to go get breakfast. You manage to find some stale poptarts in the cupboard. They're bland and crusty, just like your personality. You really love poptarts. You cry.
By the time you've stopped crying and finished your breakfast its about one. You realize you haven't pestered your best bro John Outhouse in approximately 17 hours. Thats a really long time. After a few moments of staring off into space, you decide you should run over to his house three blocks away. You have to make sure he hasn't forgotten about you. This is urgent. A lot of people forget about you. They never answer you
Adventures in Wally's Life(sometimes I write stories and this is one of them. I'm reading John Green/David Levithan's Will Graysonx2 and I feel inspired.)Adventures in Wally's Life by Kitsuniki
Wallace Reginald Schoenstein. Wallace. Reginald. Schoenstein. Yup. I've hit the peak. That's as nerdy as a name gets.
So obviously, I'm Wally. I'm an only child born into a Jewish family on the fateful day of March 4, 1997. I wear glasses (the exact being -3.50 in my left eye and -4.00 in my right. -0.75 astigmatism in both eyes.), I'm 6'3" and weigh 130 lbs, and my Jewfro . I met my only friend at the beginning of Junior year and today, I start Senior year of highschool. Now, here's where most people would stop and be like "Man, this kid is nerdy AND boring." Alright, true. I'll allow. But you're the one reading this, so just bear with me. I get up at 5:30 AM and start my regular routine. I'm finally dressed and I try looking myself in the eyes at my mirror, but feel too ridiculous to do so. I walk out to my car, (1986 Jaguar XJ6 that I restored