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[Jul. 11th, 2010|08:27 am] |
Time to go out again. But I'm sick of small-time.
Calliope. Come with. |
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[Jul. 11th, 2010|12:33 pm] |
I'm starting to regret living with rock stars. I tripped over a corpse this morning, and when I got a glass of milk last night, I heard what I hope were sex noises, but I can't be certain.
But Geist is curled up on my chest, so it's not all bad. |
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[Jul. 11th, 2010|06:21 pm] |
I'm done. I'm going to try to go home. |
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