the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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10:35 a.m. + 2005-07-05 = dancing, pink baby elephant.
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so that entry before this entry...
WICKEDLY TRASHED! don't remember writing it at all! [but still, hella impressed with the lack of grammatical errors.]
and as most of us know, i remember each&everything from a night of drinking. but such isn't the case this time. and i think i can blame the belgians for that.
and by "think i can," i do mean: "already done-so and have had time to get the anti-belgian shirts made."
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OH SHIT! i've just remembered that i texted djp. (shit. damn. shit. damn. shit. damn. shit. fuck. fuck. piss. shit. fuck. DAMN. fuck.) i say goddamn.
that is not stoic i intend to be. absolutely no more drinking 2 bottles of delirium nocturnum. ever.
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oh. i must go eat brunch with rama and begin our we-have-the-same-day-off-for-once! hanging of out.
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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
