as lovely and dramatic as my last entry was, it does (sorry parks!) deserve some explanation. er...not that anyone else especially cares, but here it comes:
ah. i remember the heady days of staying up until 4am, watching the sweaty pantomime and drinking so much red bull that I was capable of imitating the sound of the undertaker's bike with my bottom.
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p.s. let's hang out. k? k.
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