Nov 12, 2008 11:08
I went ahead and took the jet that Pepper sent over. It was around two in the morning and I was adequately, you know, sloshed, so I don't think I even noticed it was mine. Too bad I didn't have her around before to take out my trash. Who says I don't recycle? I'm a humanitarian. Plants should go back in the environment where they belong.
What I'm trying to say is, it was pretty nice while it lasted, Ivy, but you're a nature girl and it would have never worked out between us. See, I'm too wrapped up in technology to... let's say, 'water you' when you need it. And I guess the fact that I don't actually care.
Pepper would have done a better job of it, I'm sure. She's the environmentalist.
I arrived back in Malibu at around five, but I wasn't counting. Like I said, I was too smashed to think correctly and the whole talking thing wasn't going over too swell either. Pepper had Happy pick me up from the flight strip and now I'm back home at last, it seems. With a massive hangover.
Long story short: don't bother to try and contact me. Between mindless fucks and binging on booze, I'll be working.
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