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Bottled Jack to help me forget.
I'm gonna die inside of my
Ghetto-Rigged Heart


SHITTY NIGHT TONITE!

I'm just a liiiittle bit drunk, but tired as ********.

I'mma make a post/entry tomorrow, because I CAN'T ******** STAND IT HERE, DAMMIT!

Yarg.

I talked to Britt and my phone died. I was planning on calling Justin afterwards, thinking and pretending that he'd be awake and not working, BUT, sadness, I could not.

FOR MY PHONE DIED.

Big ball explody like.

I saw that topic Will was talking about, about losing your virginity and s**t... and that comment... "Of course it hurts because you explode" xd

Yeah. I love that guy. Almost seriously serious about that. Any guy that'll walk around the room in my clothes definately deserves the mad props for that, at least.

DUDE, people should call me, dammit. Ya got my number? After 7 pm EST, it's ********' free.

I wanna sing that song o mine for you people. Ghetto-Rigged Heart. It's about the closest thing to blues and Janis Joplin as I get.

AND NOW, I sleep.

Goodnight.