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I am absolutely mortified. I got drunk off of more than half of a bottle of white zinfandel and when I came home, I wrote him a message on myspace. A fucking MYSPACE message.
How horrific. I didn't realize that I had even written it until a little while ago. I'll never be able to show my face around there again and except any kind of respect. I have made quite a name for myself.
Funk night is tonight, and I hope I have a better time than I did last night.
I need to start writing. I need to start writing. I needneedneedneedneed to start writing. I don't even feel like entire person when I stop writing.
How horrific. I didn't realize that I had even written it until a little while ago. I'll never be able to show my face around there again and except any kind of respect. I have made quite a name for myself.
Funk night is tonight, and I hope I have a better time than I did last night.
I need to start writing. I need to start writing. I needneedneedneedneed to start writing. I don't even feel like entire person when I stop writing.