"If I had your number...." Ugh, blowing it left and right. The game needs me, but I don't want the game anymore.
Besides, this is the only man who will ever have my heart in its entirety:
George Harrison, the best of humans.
Celebrating Lena's birthday tonight. All dressed up with nowhere to go. I'm still hungover from all the free Jaegar Bombs last night (it is 8:59 p.m.). Gross. Must. Snap. Out. Of. My. Current. Funk. Perhaps listening to something more cheerful than Jeff Buckley would help. Love you anyways, Jeff. Perhaps leaving my dark incense filled room would help, too. Oi, where is everyone?
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