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finally, i think i found friends with whom i can get drunk and have meaningful conversation.
it's about damn time.
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watching trix play with my fallen curtains, as scoop lays on a pair of my jeans.
broken up on halloween, recovered by election day.
introspective.
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i'm trying. really trying.
getting my septum pierced today. whim.
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a very tumultuous twenty four hours. i want to sleep, but the kittens have claimed my bed as their own.
idle hands are the devil's playpen.
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sometimes i feel like i should think i'm a terrible person. but i don't really think that i am. which actually does make me a terrible person.
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