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[jerpiven]

Still peicing everything together here. This journalling thing should be an interesting challenge. If you catch me filling the space talking about nothing but Johnny Drama and Ari and all the rest of the Entourage boys, please, tell me to get a fucking life, would you

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[blairselm]

You can relax now, I'm here. You just have to add me back.

[jerpiven]

I'm relaxed. Well, now I am.

[blairselm]

Good, I know you were on the edge of your seating waiting for me.

[jerpiven]

That's absolutely right. Amazing.

[blairselm]

See, I know these things. It has nothing to do with the fact that I peer in through your window at night.

[jerpiven]

That's you?

I'm so relieved. I thought it was Jon Favreau.

[blairselm]

It was originally, but I fought him for the best spot. He's back in the tent making smores.

[jerpiven]

You know, you can stalk me much more effectively from my couch.

Also, I have air conditioning. Summer lovin', had me a heatstroke.

Favs can stay outside.

[blairselm]

See, but then it isn't stalking. It's more like being invited in and I can't be a peeping Tom. Really, Jeremy, you're trying to destroy my wild wild fantasies.

[jerpiven]

Fine, fine. Any more protesting out of you, and I'm not leaving the fruit rollups in the bush for you.