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Dreams are so funny. Well, except when they're disturbing and rather depressing. Last night I dreamed that Chelsey died in a car crash and I was at her funeral. It doesn't take a genius to figure out the "hidden" meaning in that. We're all going our separate ways, and soon we'll be as good as dead to each other, never to relive the good old days again. I already miss everybody, and I worry that any new people I meet will never live up to you guys. I mean, does Lovely never strike the same person twice? Honestly, how many times in one's life does something as brilliant and insanely amusing as All My Apostles come around? All our inside jokes are lost forever. Lovely will mean nothing to anyone new! To everyone but us, Kiefer is just a random actor who feels compulsed to shout and overact in every role. I just hope your replacements (yes, I'm replacing you) don't suck.