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[29 May 2009|02:28am] |
I'm sitting legs crossed boots up and curled on granite countertops. I'm drunk and tryi g to type on my iphon but I don't know if itsnworking very well. I've had too much vodka and I'm I in the suburbs completely alone, even though there are people asleep upstairs but is silent. My head is fucking ringing but I know is quiet. The cat keeps hissing at me but I hiss back and he runs off into the bathroom like the scared little animal that he is.
My head is spinning, but it's resting against the cabnite door.
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