So I turned 23, was forgotten, broke my wrist, got depressed, and proceeded to hole up in my house for two weeks...and then I got over it all. I've cut down on the cigarettes to a purely social activity, which is surprisingly not a big deal. My friends have come out of the woodwork to get me out of my funk and I couldn't be more appreciative.
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whatcha think of the new trail of the dead album?
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Wanna come to Bonnaroo? We can be dirty together and make smores...in Tenn, to boot!!!
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