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adrian's livejournal made me have a fit and vomit all over my self in a newcastle internet cafe surrounded by nerds playing counter strike (and bogans playing shiela strike) (gee. don't you hate it when andrew writes in YOUR journal. get your own motherfucker) (mum's waiting for you to call her fyi) (tutts - i've already got a father, let's not make it more embarassing/uncomfortable/panel van) (...). now my shirt looks so metro and trendy *poses*
true story.
true story.