I GUESS IM GETTING HIGH OFF MY OWN SUPPLY

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Cried myself sleepy and then slept for 3 hours, hahah I do love the holidays. Not quite random recollection: the people whose arms I used to sob in. so emotionally dependent but so freeing at the same time

Sooo fucking behind on everyth Plus fat is fat is fat :( Ha ha ha (mournful laughter) Stash of Rich Tea biscuits, Caramel Lipton, JBiebs to pull me through math Personally I prefer McVities digestives but this will do (: Once I get this shit over and done with, HELLO GOSSIP GIRL AND ASSORTED CHICK LIT for the week ie I can embrace superficiality and time-wasting back into my daily schedule Tonights gonna be a good night #aightletsgo

contops: Apparently, there will be a newspaper-tossing challenge at Berkshire Hathaway’s annual meeting on May 5. Warren Buffett (yes, really) will take on all comers. Late last year, Berkshire purchased the Omaha World-Herald and, in my meeting with its shareholder-employees, I told of the folding and throwing skills I developed while delivering 500,000 papers as a teenager. I immediately saw skepticism in the eyes of the audience. That was no surprise to me. After all, the reporters’ mantra is: “If your mother says she loves you, check it out.” So now I have to back up my claim. At the meeting, I will take on all comers in making 35-foot tosses of the World-Herald to a Clayton porch. Any challenger whose paper lands closer to the doorstep than mine will receive a dilly bar. I’ve asked Dairy Queen to supply several for the contest, though I doubt that any will be needed. We will have a large stack of papers. Grab one. Fold it (no rubber bands). Take your best shot. Make my day. This is also from the Annual Report . On acquisitions: We can promise complete confidentiality and a very fast answer – customarily within five minutes – as to whether we’re interested. On exiting the shareholder meeting: If you decide to leave during the day’s question periods, please do so while Charlie [Munger] is talking. On shopping at the annual meeting’s 194,300 square-foot hall: Remember: Anyone who says money can’t buy happiness simply hasn’t shopped at our meeting. Ever the salesman, even at 81: On Sunday, around 2 p.m., I will be clerking at Borsheims, desperate to beat my sales figure from last year. So come take advantage of me. Ask me for my “Crazy Warren” price. On eating out at his favourite restaurants, Gorat’s and Piccolo’s: Actuarial tables tell me that I can consume another 12 million calories before my death. I’m terrified at the thought of leaving any of these behind, so will be frontloading on Sunday. At Piccolo’s, show some class and order a giant root beer float for dessert. Only sissies get the small one.