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[_hellblazer_]

And we're back! Ireland was fun (Balthazar and I went for a week) but it's good to be home.

And now, because I am bored and this journal isn't good for much else, I give you this:

Ask me a question about each of the following

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[balthazar_this]

Friends: Who's the one friend you were sorry to see go?
Sex: Shall we have some right now?
Music: Favorite?
Drugs: You know, I'm going to avoid this topic altogether.
Love: Who was your first love?
LJ: Can we find a way to keep the typists from posting those silly quizzes on our journals?

[_hellblazer_]

Friends: ... fuck, one? It was hard to see all of them go.

Sex: You're horrible, I love you.

Music: Song, artist, genre? How do you mean?

Drugs: A wise choice.

Love: ...

LJ: Typists are unstoppable.

[balthazar_this]

Sex: I love you too. So how about it?

Music: All three.

Love: ...

[_hellblazer_]

Sex: Soon?

Music: It honestly depends on my mood.

Love: Can we skip this one?

[balthazar_this]

Sex: Alrighty then.

Music: Right now?

Love: No, we can't.

[_hellblazer_]

Music: My typist is listening to RENT, so it's worked its way back up.

Love: *sighs* 's Chas, alright?

[balthazar_this]

*ellipses like Fammykins and all of his relatives*