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[boozeplz]

Day Fifty-Three
Your Name: Britney Spears
Suicidal Ideation: my loneliness is killin' me
Homicidal Ideation: aaand I, I must confess, I still believe~
Amount of Sleep Last Night: Not a lot, but I'm not tired.
Any Lucid or Vivid Dreams? Explain.: Cotton candy.
Moods Experienced Today: Just an average day. Spent more time defending myself than normal

Comments

[black_mauser]

I'm of the opinion everything gives you a boner.

[black_mauser]

Then what-wise?

Maybe not eat, but, the idea's still there. Yeah, sorry. Happens sometimes. Stress or, something I don't know.

[boozeplz]

Lax-on-the-rules-wise.

That's okay. Sorry I couldn't help much. I tried, though! Do you like, remember shit that happens when you're not the one in control?

[black_mauser]

Hm. Wouldn't have guessed.

There's not much you can really do, just wait for me to wake up, mostly. Not really, no. I usually can only figure out what happens by if he writes something down or injuries.

[boozeplz]

It's pretty obvious.

Ugh, that sucks. Still wish I could'a done somethin'.

[black_mauser]

Sarcasm.

Would have been a waste of time and more time in the hospital. Wouldn't have been able to make your great escape otherwise.

[boozeplz]

I know.

That's true. 's not like I was leaving for good, though.

[black_mauser]

Fuck off already, you're the only one who thinks you're funny.

[black_mauser]

Obviously.

[second_degree]

Yep. Pretty much.