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Yeah, I'm alive. Don't get excited
Rachel's out of town for a while, and I'm bored as fuck. Someone entertain me.
I'm thinking about stopping by the Manor to have dinner, since Ramen isn't really cutting it and I've had pizza three nights in a row. Pennyworth and I usually have good talks about crepes uh, manly things, and I guess I wouldn't mind seeing Dent Harvey Dad Harvey and his ( Read more... ) -
i'm being forced to post
Blah blah Rachel and Dent, i'm fine, blah blah don't worry about me i have food and shelter and somebody looking over my shoulder making me write this so you don't freak the fuck out -
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With Dent being gone most of the time from the apartment, I learn a lot about taking care of where I actually live inside. When I used to take care of myself, it was in alleys and in the back of dirty shelters. Sometimes I would sleep on my friends fire escapes, but I never got to use a fridge or a working can opener or something. When Dent isn't ( Read more... ) -
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Fuck, I'm going to pass out, I swear. I walked a girl home today and carried her books. I feel like I'm acting like an amateur but the girls back home were so nasty or so much further above me that it would have been dumb trying with them. Nobody paid much attention to me or my friends back then... we weren't the most wanted kids around town. I ( Read more... ) -
Productive: I am the definition of it
Last night, after a valiant struggle, I obtained this from a nice young man cowering in a fetal position in front of me.
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Ugh.
How do so many fags manage to congregate in one place? That's a statistical improbability ( Read more... )
