I'm horribly horribly flattered. I kept cleaning out my dead journals but kept you on as a silent plea to come back. Seems it's worked. How dirty were these late-night thoughts?
Ah, Mr. Morrissey, consider it a public service to bring back the last of the famous international playboys into journaling land. Forgive the late night phone call. I was listening to Viva Hate and started missing your presence, you see. As others do, apparently. Now sit down and stay awhile, you moping bastard.
You're still the only person on my list in a sort of unflattering purple pink colour. This means you're obligated to write here as often as possible, even if they're obscene locked entries only for me.
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P.S. Welcome back.
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So utterly pleased to see that you've moved on from "The Fat Hobbit".
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Decided I liked other hobbits better.
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My my, who said that the thoughts were dirty? Perhaps you just know me too well.
So long as you are happy, and so long as this one is less apt to threaten me with bodily harm.
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The locked entries were never an obligation, always a guilty pleasure.
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P.S. I loved them as well
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