I feel rather lost.
And woozy.
But mostly lost.
If anyone could direct me to something remotely, er, sane, I'll hold your hand or something. Or perhaps not. I'll make eye contact with you. How about that.
Things have just been rather blurry, I suppose (and if one of you makes a crack about my drinking habits I will let a toad loose in your panties,
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WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU ALL FUCKING WEEKEND?
I had the worst weekend ever, and there you are, drunk as can be.
Some best friend you are.
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I hate you.
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Darling, you don't hate me. How ever could you. Tell me how to make it up to you. (But I'm not giving you the Belgian chocolates.)
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