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[boy_calamity]

I don't know what I'm doing with myself anymore. Things used to make sense, y'know? They used to make lots of sense and now it's just a mess.

I need to clear my head. Presumably that involves filling it with boozahol first. It's like liquid sanitizer for your brain.

Anybody else need a drink? I'll buy. Promise not to emo all over the place.

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[pluralityofone]

I could use one. If you don't mind me coming along, that is. >_>

[boy_calamity]

Nah, I don't mind. You're prolly the smartest choice, even, 'cause I can't possibly flirt you to death. :)

Whatchoo think, bottle or the Dog?

[pluralityofone]

X3 True.

Bottle. The Dog gets too crowded sometimes.

[boy_calamity]

Point. Meet you at the park in fifteen?