This is where the emotional vomit used to go:
So I'm in my roommate's car, updating my LJ with my old livejournal/Internet boyfriend from highschool, Mitch, in the back seat. My children are having one of their twice-weekly visits with their father and I am headed to Duvics and the Gold Club. I mean, really people. At what point did we see this coming?
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