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[Saturday 10.04.08] |
I surround myself with people who have the saddest eyes. I work enough hours that florescent light no longer hurts my eyes. I try not to drink, not to smoke, not to falsify my own exsistance anymore than it already is... I generally fail. I turn 21 in a month. My sidekick is getting turned back on.
 12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar you just had to take. ♥
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