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Yea yea... It's been a while... But where to start now? I'm drunk and Brett's asleep... I'm at his house more often than not, and also I'm drunk more often than not... Work is gay drinking is fun, what more do you wan't? Posting in live journal is dumb. You're dumb. Or maybe not, it depends on who still reads this. By the way, did you realise that if it hadn't been for that damn cotten-eyed Joe, I'd've been married a long time ago? Whatever. Send love. You know you want to... Come on... Not even a little? Okay, fuck you too fucking dyke!