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Ladies and gENtlemen, my avid readership. I must do apologize. I had no idea anyone actaulyl read this thing. BUT it hsa come to my attention that people do. And as such, I will endeavor to make my posts more regular (heaven knows I'm drunk enough to post, that is not the dilemna).

Oh, my thoughts whirl about me. Which to pluck, to dissect for thee.

Oh, here's one. You should know... my girlfriend is a psychic. She's told me before and Id di not believe her. She's told me again and I only half believed her. tonight she proved true when she called a gentleman a douch bag. several times I may note btoh to his face and to me and my company. Not but 15 minutes after she left the bar, he (the douche) was foribly removed. With pepperspray! They kicked the rest of us out sortly thereaftere cause the air was unbreathable. but she knows. When all is said an done she knows.

I walked a ways. and no drun kdial was met with answer. For shame. WO (you know who youare) you cahnged your number. I called youer number and a man with a heavy accent answered your phoine. I thought it might be you playing games but he hung up on me. this sucsk. Please altetr this immediately.

at least I didn't have a moth fly in my crotch. Seriously, can I say that. Oh dear. I need to go to bed.

Au ravoire mon amis, au ravoire. Because adieu is goodbye forever. And I will nto ahave it/ Au ravoire.



-Capicornus