Thursday, March 20th, 2003 | 23:57
"There's always drinks and dancing in the rubble."

I am fat, ugly writing machine tonight. This is number two, right after this.
I cried tonight. Really cried. I cried to Sara at 100 kbps. It wasn't nearly as cathartic as it should have been. Then I hit myself in the face with a Louisville Slugger.
apology accepted

Addendum: "I'm just a boat on the ocean and I'm just a ship lost at sea." -Matthew Good (While We Were Hunting Rabbits)

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