| Hi |
[Feb. 19th, 2009|07:00 pm] |
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So, it's been nearly a year since I've posted here. This place... well it was a huge quagmire of angst, infighting and snipiedness the last time I checked and it probably still is. Fortunatly most of that should be gone from apathy now. A lot of stuff has changed. I'm engaged to Sarah Copeland, though no date has been set. I had a great (if stressful) job, making 30,000 a year and lost it because I trusted the wrong person. That was last Novemeber and I'm still unemployed. Not for lack of trying of course, but tis the season to be a statistic. But life is pretty okay. Been sleeping a lot lately... nothing much else to do. Don't have internet, so I can't pirate my weasily heart out which makes finding new stuff to watch hard.
I'm coming to realize that I'm an adult. 25 years old and I just figured it out. It would be funny if it wasn't so damn common. I thought I would be bitter about it but now that I'm there it's... well it's who I am now. Not any less goofy, but an adult. But sitting here in Panara Bread, sipping on water and looking around I realize I have more in common with the 30 something in the corner working on stuff then the teen aged kids walking around in not enough clothes. It's frigin COLD OUTSIDE YOU DITZES...anyway, I'm going to get back to looking for a job. |
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| Entry X (the masked entry, who's really SpeedEntry's brother but he dosn't know that hoha!) |
[Jun. 4th, 2008|01:40 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Carabou Coffee | ] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Kill me now covers of swing | ] |
You know I really never liked this thing. Besides the fact that it brings drama-queen out from me (not that it needs all that much encouragement) It just seemed like a lot of work and like...Every one can see it! Several times I've wanted to post something and didn't because "Someone" could see it (where someone is a variable ranging from one person to anyone). And now that I find myself with out internet, the drive to post becomes less and less. Plus, you know... you all in internet land, we've drifted apart and all that. So... I guess i should update you.
I'm Turning 25 (I think I'm turning 25 I really think so)
A combination of the concussion and my own natural laziness has caused my electricity to be turned off.
I will be getting it turned back on the 17th.
The Girl(tm) and I are looking into rings (found one actually) and I'm having an apoplexy trying to figure out how I'm going to pay for the damn thing. The whole "No power" thing and the catching up on bills isn't helping.
My hat just fell on the floor. Sources say that it will be picked up "when I feel like it". Critics say this is indicative of this current administration in the Chrishouse's lack of empathy with the common hat
I've started another DnD group with mixed results. But at least I'm playing
4th ed looks mucho groovy
A free latte still tastes like a Latte
I'm really reaching for updates now, so we'll return to the normal paragraphical (Look, new word!) format. I really do need to put some music on this laptop so I don't have to listen to this... crappy cover stuff of swing music they play in Caribou Coffee. MADDENING! Anyhow, this anyhow stood for over 10 minutes while i checked out penny-arcade and chuckled in a humor-filled manner at the witticisms and shiny pictures. I don't know, really it's just one of those days where I want to type but I don't know what to talk about? Oh well.
Live long and may the force be with smegin lot of you. So say we all. |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2008|01:07 am] |
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Oops... 25... |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2008|10:36 am] |
At 7 30 on sunday, after getting off the phone with Matthew Walton, I hit my head against the top of my car door. It has no frame across the top, just the rounded edge of the glass. This gave me a minor concussion. I went to work and it progressivly got worse. I would screw up simple sequences of numbers, have trouble reading or speaking. I used the last of my PTO (payed time off) to leave work and drove to my girlfriends house (where i am still) after some convincing and a call to my parents, they took me to the emergency room. two and a half hours and a CAT scan later, the doc confirmed that I gave myself a concussion and that i should take it easy for the next 24 to 48 hours and will be feeling the effects of it for upwards to a week.
just thought you all might wanted to know. |
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| Death in the World |
[Mar. 5th, 2008|06:32 pm] |
E. Gary Gygax, as I'm sure as most of you that are into gaming know, died at age 69 on March 4th. For those who don't know, Gygax was the co-creator of a small little indie-game back in the 70's with the strange name of Dungeons & Dragons. This game created an industry, spawned hundreds of look a-likes and new ideas. It helped several generations of geeks meet each other, support each other and have some place to go so they wouldn't be alone. Gary Gygax saved my life, and he never knew me. He never shook my hand, he never knew I existed. But I morn his passing even more for that lack of knowledge. He played right up till day he died. He loved his fans. And we loved him.
The wine will never taste as sweet, my dice feel heavy in my hands. The original DM lays beneath our feet, Gone to explore the unknown lands.
Give those players hell up in heaven, Gary. We miss you down here. |
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| Err... |
[Feb. 14th, 2008|06:23 pm] |
Well shite... First time in a while that i've had the chance to hop online and what do i do? Stare at the shifting void that is the introwebs and blink for an hour, not knowing what to do. I've checked a few of my old webcomics but they don't hold the power over me now that I don't have instant access to it. I've downloaded the new podcast at wizards, but i can't listen to it til tonight because i have no head phones to plug into my laptop. Things are going great with Sarah... so of course, I'm getting jitters. Current problem?
Truth is she wants to wait til marriage for sex. Hey, I understand it (even if I don't agree with it) and I figure i could probably convince her to give in to that lust in her eyes when/if (...no probably when) we get engaged. But something a friend of mine said brought me up short.
"Yeah, see? Withholding sex til mariage is a great way to keep guys around."
...well fuck, beyond the fact that little statement is vaguely insulting, does that mean i don't love her i just want in her pants? *sigh* Happy couple syndrome here we come. At least our valentine's day was awesome. Went to the new Bravo's and saw "Meet the Spartans"... it wasn't horrible (even when not compairing it to the abomination that was "epic movie") and I laughed for a good portion of it. And Kevin Sorbo has decent comedic timing. Heh. Well, I'm going to get another cup o' coffee before I get back to work.
Later all. |
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| Twas the night before x-mas |
[Dec. 25th, 2007|03:02 am] |
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Twas the night before x-mas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring
not even John Tesh, Alien Over-Lord from the FUTURE!
All the geeks had posted their wishlists without error,
hoping that Saint Nick will get them something that would make them tingle, you know, down there.
The gamers where wrapped up in their own little world,
while dreaming of headshots that would make a psychologist hurl.
With my girlfriend in a teddy, and I having a snack,
we were settling down for a long night in the sack.
When out in the living room,there arrose such a clatter
I stomped down stairs to see what the fuck's the matter!
I threw on my bathrobe and tied up the sash
Just in case the windows where open so i wouldn't flash.
The lights where on, and brightly glowed my TV screen
with colors a-flashing orange, blue, yellow, red and green.
What the name of great emperor Nero?
It was Santa Claus wailing on Guitar Hero!
On "Godzilla", on "Texas Flood", on "Cherry Pie" and "Take Me Out"
He was strumming it all and was quite good, the lout.
Playing it loud and being kinda a jerk,
he was showing off and doing it all on Expert!
I grabbed the other guitar with a rocker style sneer
and Good old saint nick knew an ass kicking was near.
All of the night and into the day
that good game was played
till santa himself started to fade
with a start and a thrash he looked at the clock
then he gave his forehead such a knock.
"Because I spent all night here with you,
They're not gonna get any presents in Peru!"
Then he blinked and gave me a big grin,
And he turned back to the game and started too win!
He played so hard and so fast
The world it's self went back to the past.
I awoke in bed, knowing i gave the night a miss
But who cares about rhyming
Look what Sarah gave me for Christmas!
Happy Holidays everyone! |
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| *taptaptap* |
[Dec. 17th, 2007|12:17 pm] |
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*blows the dust off of this thing* Whoa. That's a good inch or so.
Um... Hi. It's been a while. Have a lot to say but not much time to say it in. Er. Let us see.
I have a job. Ohio Relay for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing. Not bad a job. I type what I hear and say what is typed. Sometimes i don't even have to talk. Yes, it's dealing with people. But it's dealing with people over the phone, where they are very far away (sometimes in Alaska!). There are some annoyances (fraud calls and the like) but most of the time I just sit there and read a book. Chris likes.
I have a girlfriend. It's pretty serious. I love this girl. She's goofy, she's slightly weird, she's curvy and she likes zombie's and horror flicks. Yes! Chris likes.
I'm moving into a new apartment (don't worry, i won't be asking anyone here for help so you don't have to worry *chuckle*) in Centerville. One bedroom (NO ROOMMATES! WOO!) new carpeting, 725 sq. feet total. It's nice. Chris likes.
This'll be my first year without seeing any of my family for the holiday's. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I mean, yeah I miss my 'rents and my bro and my grandpa but... I'm out on my own, you know? Probably not, after all their my feelings.
MINE! *laugh*
Anyhow, work beckons. This was fun, I'll have to do it again sometime. Maybe. |
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| oh... |
[Aug. 28th, 2007|02:28 pm] |
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I'm pretty sure now that I'm being ditched by my roommates. For the second time now they've both left, along with Matt's *grunt* girlfriend, not that he will tell me that she officially is, I had to get the word from his sisters, while I was in the bathroom/taking a shower/otherwise disposed. Not a word, they just...leave.
I guess They're done putting up with me or something... not that they will tell me if anythings wrong. Just this passive-aggressive ignoring shit. Don't know how to take it. Or even if it's real. But... I think it is.
Oh well. |
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| Hey you guys! |
[Aug. 26th, 2007|02:19 am] |
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Wow it's been a while since I've posted on this fucker. Yeah, I'm drunk. I was a little tipsy then, in a game of truth or dare, was dared to take down two bottles of beer. So did it. So I'm drunk. It's a nice drunk, had DD, and soon to get a nice tall glass of water and take it down... Like a MAN, yo.
The girl is being confusing, as all girls are. She seems really hesitant around me, but very very wanting to set up more dates. Either she's rather shy or using me to say "yes mom, dad, I'm not gay. See?" or to make herself feel better. And to be perfectly and horribly assholish (and I do me depths of the earth, I should shoot myself in the face assholish), I'd be a little more Okay with that if she wasn't also so sensitive about physical contact. Hence the confusion. I'd wash my hands of it if she wasn't so damn COOL. Bah. Damn double X's...
No job yet. Getting kinda disconcerting that I've not got a call about any job. If it wasn't for the medication, I'd be thinking that I'm not worth the try. Who knows?
Bah. and bah again!
Still, it's better then being depressed. |
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[Jul. 31st, 2007|12:16 am] |
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So the first date went well and a second date is confirmed. |
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| Holy hell, others know of it too? |
[Jul. 25th, 2007|05:34 am] |
Time line of a dryspell (cracked.com)
Day 1: Funny, it's about to begin, and you don't even know it. Just as the Ice Age began with someone casually remarking that they should've worn a scarf today, your dry spell commences with an uneventful 24 hours without sex. In fact, you're still focused on last night. You not only have the memories, but the physical evidence—longer hairs on your pillow, a wine glass stained with lipstick, welts from a tennis racket. It was quite an evening, and you're feeling blissful and bulletproof.
Week 1: It would have been a good idea to have programmed her number into your cell phone instead of drunkenly attempting to etch it into a napkin with a swizzle stick. On the other hand, you suddenly recall something she said about a boyfriend and a pitiless stare and mixed martial arts. But there's no shame in a week without sex. Please, you're not a rock star.
Month 1: This isn't a problem. It's a breather, really. It's just a lunch break: you'll enjoy a Panda Express combo platter at the food court and buy some shoe laces and razor blades, and when you're done, your cubicle will be waiting there to give you head. But it couldn't hurt to think about, you know, the future, maybe put the word out. You've heard mixed reviews about online personals.
Month 3: You don't have a black book. Frankly, you haven't been with enough people to justify a directory, and the swaths of untouched alphabet would only embarrass you. You do have a few emails stored, however. Last you heard from your ex Carla, you were chided for not attending her commitment ceremony. (“For the last time, I do not blame you for making me a lesbian. I thank you for it.”) In your note to Danielle from about a year ago, you accused her having the personality of norovirus. But then there's Beth, whom you met through a mutual acquaintance and chatted with for fifteen minutes before you each remembered urgent, fabricated errands you had to run. Awkward, but perhaps not beyond redemption. Suddenly, you're typing: “It's been a few years, but I was wondering why it is we never managed to hook up again. Anyway, how are things in the Dean campaign?”
Month 5: Your reunion with Beth never happens, but you are on her mailing list for pictures of her ferrets. Meanwhile, you continue to prowl the personals, eschewing anyone who has written the words “friends first” or “family oriented.” Sure, maybe someday, but right now you just need a woman who somehow finds the top-to-bottom mediocrity of your profile reason enough to play with a nipple. You have also visited the Casual Encounters section of Craigslist. Naturally, you haven't replied, because you're certain that the classifieds are placed by escorts or men or cannibals.
Of course, there have to be, you know, one or two exceptions, right?
Month 7: You've tried your luck at the bars a number of times, but your confidence has decayed, and your patter, such as it was, would now be more charming and persuasive if delivered by a telemarketer. In your email of abject apology to Danielle, whom you not only accused of having the personality of norovirus but the intellect of twelve generations of incest, you explain you were merely intimidated by a strong woman. She writes back just to remind you that she only fucks half-brothers. Fair enough.
In your personal ad, you relax your preferences for height and weight.
Month 9: Hello, strip club! You enter The Kitten Cabaret with a certain amount of superiority: you'll never be one of those gargoyles who lurks near the stage feeding cash into G-strings. In fact, you fully expect the woman giving you a lap dance to say something like, “What's a swinging guy like you doing here?” Drinks after her shift, perhaps? Instead, she grinds against you vigorously, but disinterestedly. You can tell she's thinking about calling plan options or something, attuned to the environment just enough to determine when Usher's done singing. Having spent your money for kinda nothing, the question seems, if only briefly, reasonable: “Would I pay for the real thing?” Maybe one of those “massage” places, which when you think about it isn't prostitution at all. It's just more comprehensive therapy.
In your personal ad, you relax your preferences for distance and drug use and language spoken. Yep, you'll cross state lines for a Laotian ether addict.
Year 1: You write to Carla, who's so, so glad to reconnect. She's still happily involved with Susan; in fact, they were married officially on the Cape and are now expecting their first child. This is all grand, but you only wrote to her because you thought deep down she missed cock, and the honeymoon photo of her and her wife in snorkeling gear shames you.
Your friends—who've been no help at all—assure you it'll happen when you least expect it. Since you couldn't expect it any less than you do at this moment, you can only assume you're moments away from fucking one of your friends.
Year 1, Day 7: You're on the subway. A woman boards and pulls out a paperback, a book you've recently read and haven't yet forgotten entirely. The seat next to her is vacant. Funny, it's about to end, and you don't even know it.
Oh wait, there's her boyfriend. |
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| Found something interesting |
[Jul. 25th, 2007|12:51 am] |
This is a bit old, and some of you may have heard/read it before. I just found it my self and thought I would share. This speech isn't for me, or most of the people I know. I just thought it worth sharing, and whither you agree with it or not, thought provoking never the less.
And it's from Bill Cosby.
( Bill Cosby's Speech ) |
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| early morning shanagans |
[Jul. 1st, 2007|06:54 am] |
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So here I am, a day after finding out caffeine now has a huge effect on me (damn meds) and still up at near 7 in the morn cuz i couldn't go to sleep yesterday till 11 in the morn. sucks, yeah? Well, in need of something to do, I was surfing Facebook to see who I could find that I knew. Who do I come across? Dea (or apparently Dia, according to the profile). She's lost weight...and she's not as pretty as she use to be. First thing that came to my mind. Also found a few old high school friends. Most are bigger (much like me I suppose) a few smaller.
Reminds me of a talk I had with an old neighbor of mine. He said that I sounded a hell of a lot more mature then I did just 6 months ago. Who knows if he's right. A more mature person would have a job now and not be planing to run off to the penn. countryside to throw knives and woo geek girls. Glad I'm not mature then *grin*. One thing I have noticed as I don't have the urge to buy RPG books I know I'll never use just because they look interesting. Not that I'm giving up rping, just becoming more conscious of my spending.
Been working on multiple projects as of late,something I've never been able to do. Would be great if I'm able to continue that. I've also gotten into an anime called "Bleach" (no, not the CN version *gag*) in a big way. I don't think I'll ever grow out of cartoons.
Finally I'm thinking about another tattoo... This time I'm gonna get it semi-professionally drawn and stick it in a mirror for a few months, make sure I want another one.
That's about it for this update.
So Say We All |
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| there is no intermission |
[Jun. 28th, 2007|10:30 pm] |
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And now, my experience watching Transformers a week before the premiere
ahem
come on where are you matt where are you?
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fifteen minates late!/Sorry, rain sucks
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Laughter
child like wonder
laughter
pointing and clapping
gasping
bowing before the Prime
cheering
more cheering
OMG LINES FROM CARTOON MOVIE YESH!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
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WOO!
OMG MOVIE GOOD MUST SEE AGAIN DROOOOOL!
thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
So Say We All |
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| teh joke! |
[Jun. 26th, 2007|08:34 pm] |
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( tis a joke it tis )
In other news, I put my new tent up just in time, just before the rain. It's sealed up tight!
So Saw We All |
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| Me being me |
[Jun. 23rd, 2007|02:05 am] |
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Today was my laundry day. I was in grungy clothing after only a quick bath, hair needing a cut, all sweaty from the lack of air conditioning at the laundromat. I decide to head over to my roommate's sister house with him to bother and raz her (as I do). And who's there? One of her cute friends. I precede to be myself (a big, scooshy goof).
As my friend, Kellie, would say: If you didn't do that, would you be you?
oie.
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| 6 years to go |
[Jun. 20th, 2007|02:32 pm] |
Put an 'x' in all that apply to you then add them all up at the end.
[x] You know how to make a pot of coffee
[ ] You keep track of dates using a calendar
[ ] You own more than one credit card
[x] You know how to change the oil in a car
[x] You've done your own laundry
[x] You vote in every election
[x] You can cook for yourself
[ ] You think politics are exciting
TOTAL: 5
[ ] You show up for school/college/work every day early
[X] You always carry a pen in your bag/purse
[ ] You've never gotten a detention
[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday at least once
[ ] You like to take walks by yourself
[ ] You've watched talk shows
[x] You know what 'credibility' means without looking it up
[x] You drink coffee/tea at least once a week
TOTAL: 3
[x] You know how to do the dishes
[x] You can count to 10 in another language
[ ] When you say you're going to do something you do it
[ ] Your parents trust you
[x] You can mow the lawn
[x] You can make adults laugh without being stupid
[ ] You remember to water the plants
[ ] You study when you have to
[ ] You pay attention at school/college/work
[x] You remember to feed your pets
Total: 5
[ ] You can spell 'experience' without looking it up
[ ] You work out on a regular basis
[ ] You clean up your own mess
[x] The people at Starbucks (*coughkavahouse*) know you by name
[ ] Your favorite kind of food is take out
[x] You have gained weight since middle/high school
[ ] The first thing you do when you wake up is get caffeine
[x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need
[x] You understand political jokes the first time they are said
[x] You can type quickly
TOTAL: 5
[x] You have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour
[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment
[ ] You have been to a tupperware party
[x] You have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job
[ ] You have more bills than you can pay
[x] Mostly all your friends are older than you are
[x] You can say no to staying out all night
[x] You use the internet every day
[x] Your wardrobe hasn't changed in a while
[x] You can read a book and actually finish it
TOTAL: 7
Add up all the X's and title subject with the sum as 30 |
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| ...and back again |
[Jun. 18th, 2007|01:50 am] |
I'm home! Would have posted earlier but we had to check out of the hotel at 2:30 in the morning to catch the bus at 4 to get to my 6:45 plane departure. So yeah, i got home and slept till now. Dammit. Got me a lot of stuff, goodly amount of money (586 in winnings) and some gifts for a few of you *coughcoughCarly&Kellie*. Saw the Blue Man Group (FRIK'N AWESOME!), the Star Trek Experience (Pretty Damn cool, got some pictures, I'll post them when i get them), Circus Solie (indescribable wonderfulness), the water show at the Belesio (got pictures of that too) and a bunch of other stuff...and my medicine works! I was in a massive crowd watching the water show and i didn't freak! I didn't even THINK of freaking. It was so great.
Wyoming is beautiful. And very very high up. Went across the continental divide, had a snowball fight in the middle of June, swam in a natural hot springs (89 degrees was the coolest pool) and slept on the best bed ever.
All in all it was a great trip!
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| The calm before the storm |
[Jun. 9th, 2007|03:25 am] |
Well, haven't been posting much, as you probably noticed. Haven't had much to talk about. I usually use this place to talk about horrible things that have happened or great things. Well, in 4 hours i drive to the airport to fly out to Colorado to start my vacation... so i think that qualifies for a "great thing". Three days in Wyoming, visiting where my mom was born and raised (and enjoying a hotel that has three pools of varying heats) then we fly out to Las Vegas, where I intend to put on a lot of suntan lotion, layout next to the pool, read a lot and watch girls in bikini's like the furry footed hobbit fancier that I am.
And of course go to the Star Trek Experience and lunch at Quark's bar. If anyone wants something, give me a call at 520-234-1302.
Anyhow, the medicine has leveled out. I rarely get "dingy" anymore, and it's usually when I forget to eat (yeah, I still do that). My sex drive has dropped off a good bit, though I'm told that's normal and it'll return soon enough (don't laugh, it really has). My sleep pattern is as fraked as ever, so I think that's just me.
Oh and I'm 24 today.
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