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tra la la la. life is fucking boring as hell. next. whatever. still work at the movies, still hate the world in general. oh and jay apparently has alcohol poisoning or some shit. drank himself stupid yet again. i guess i can refrain from saying something, as hard as it hurts is it wrong for me to be worried?? gggrrrr....i need a man. i need to get laid, let's be fucking realistic.