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[iminquizitive]

Dear Diary,

I write to you now, as I sit by a roaring fire, in regards of what I found this morning. No, not more shit smeared on the floor by "one of the dogs," but something written on our grocery list. The following is what I read when I woke up:

• "This house resembles all horror movie cliches... fuckers."
  
• "God damn high school."
  
• "Livin' la Vida

Comments

[subliminalchik]

i see you got my note in the kitchen then

[plasticeuphoria]

Actually, I fucking hated it.