So...in my fit of cluelessness, I was brought back to a memory. Liz and I used to read (I would call it a temporary obsession) this journal on Diaryland.com, which, by the way is so lame compared to LJ. But anyway, I remember this one time we were drinking, and I was, well, drunk, and we called this guy (who wrote the dairy) and talked to him for
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