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[Jun. 11th, 2010|12:36 am] |
This is way too damn weird for me. This isn't my home, I'm WAY too tangible, and I'm pretty sure I'm looking at the Big Ben.
Whoever's on the other end, I need some help. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2010|01:46 am] |
I think I might have suffered a head injury. Or maybe I had a psychotic break which lead to a fugue state. I don't remember being in New York. But there's a girl here calling herself my assistant, and she wants to sleep with me. I guess if I'm going to go bonkers, there's worse ways to go. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2010|12:06 pm] |
I've heard that Fridays are good nights for dates.
Eddie. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2010|01:54 pm] |
Alright, which one of you sex-obsessed sods went and changed the weather?
... and for that matter when did we drain the place? |
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