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Sunday 3am. Almost, but not quite, like the Faithless album.
Quite pissed. In absolute fucker of a fucking bad mood. This is now about the fourth time. Memo to my closest friends: STOP PULLING THE ONLY GIRL I'M INTERESTED IN. This is getting repetetive, and tedious. Only this time, she went to him, and not the other way around. I fucking suck.
I'm going to bed now, so I can briefly stop sucking, before spending another day alive, and thus sucking for England. I really don't know what I do wrong. I'm not a gimp, I DJ relatively bearably, and I have silly facial hair. What more do you need?
Oh, fucking hell. Catch y'all tomorrow. |
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