so, instead of going as yow, i appropriated plan b; cowboy boots are fucking hard to find. i petitioned the v-v-v-village for a nice floral print dress and a b-cup, threw on the factory toes, drank two bud 40s and got myself booted from some party. other than that, i slept in the most haunted jam space ever to still stand on the earth. after, what
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