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So I've decided that I'm moving to Canada, eh. Mhmm. I was going to live with Miss Liza, but then we remembered we'd kill eachother ten minutes after I moved in. So instead we're living on opposite ends of Canada, eh, and I was going to get plastic surgery and dye my hair so no one would recognize me, but then I remembered that no one really knows me in Canada, eh. I could run naked in the streets of Canada, eh, and no one would really care. Actually, no one would care because going topless isn't illegal there, according to Miss Liza. So I'm emptying my bank accounts and moving up to Canada, eh, but not with Miss Liza 'cause we'd kill eachother, and no one will bother me there.
Boy, that "eh" thing got old, didn't it?
James is coming to visit. Eh.
Yep, the "eh" thing is old.
We'll see how things go.
Now, I really need to go to bed. I'm having one of those nights where I'm trying to go to sleep but I just can't, ya know? I'm not thinking about anything, and I'm only talking to Eliza because she called and I was awake. Nothings really troubling me, least not that I know of, so it's just one of those nights where you lay there and gaze at the ceiling. Sucks ass if you ask me. So, we'll see if I can get a couple hours here. Night.