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[__sharpiebandit]

There's something wrong with me. Something that I can't explain.
My night terrors have manifested into fully-awake, drunken horrors that I can vaguely remember.
There's not a damned thing I can do about it.
Accept go into hiding for a while.
Social suicide.

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[subterfugeboy]

    If it's all the same to you then I'd still like to meet you in person sometime. (c: No need to completely kiss your social life, right?

[__sharpiebandit]

hahaha. :)
We'll meet at some point. I started a new job this past weekend, so yeah. I'm kind of busy this week.
We'll schedule something. Prooomise. xD

[youkilledthem]

No one has thought a single thing about it. Besides, we love drunk Renae... just not too drunk. =) Call me. 395-6663. I have an idea to run by you.

[__sharpiebandit]

I know they haven't. I'm glad I was around people who cared and took care of me. But, they shouldn't have had to. I've been far more drunk than that ... so I don't know. My mind is a mess. No more drinking for a whiiiiile. lmao.

And I'll call you sometime later this afternoon, sound good? Ideas are always welcome! :DD

[youkilledthem]

DO CALL.