Being drunk and home by 1:30 on a Thursday? God dammit. I might as well listen to Of Montreal, ride fixed, and only drink gin and tonics. I've lost all credibility I may have had previously. Which, apparently, is none.
Someone put a dead possum on our grill tonight and lit it on fire. If I find out who did it, there will be hell to pay.
Latterman rules.
Fuck you.
Goodnight.
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hey. pussy lips.
getme some paintings or drwarings. i'm a gunna put 'em oon my knew blahg. k? kewl.
l8r h8r
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misss ewe
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