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i spent sunday through tuesday with a girl and it was so good that the events combined with the feelings and mood of the whole excursion would just come out as a really fucking big runonsentence. and this journal thing is already swarming with the aforementioned error in composition, which i learned in school is unacceptable and eventually will lead to a poor sad life coupled with a slow death, and quite frankly the whole slow death thing isnt too appealing with this new vein of happy tangling up in me. i think there is truth to be found in irony. and the new death cab cd is really good. no joke