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sometimes, I look to myself and forget who I was until I read the writing and I'm taken right back. I accidentally on purpose read the featured blog of mine where I talk about I guess it could only be other dan - that liquid kiss guy. But, I was talking about French connection pants and repairing our - mark and my - relationship - so it must have been pre South African douchbag - what was his name ah yes Desmond.
anyhoo, it was Uber-comforting to realize that I've been here all before and now pot is legal as a bakesale and even if you go back south there's soma to be had off the bridal path.
speaking of downtown Wilmington,
whenever I think of weddings, I think of the insult done to my favorite town that only #2's least fave thing - government intervention - could fix: you'd have to unfuck the airbnb lifestyle.
Before I realized that MIT-going #2 had an IQ much lower than mine, I really respected his opinions. And I only realized he was a 134 when his ex texted me. Smart people can get other smart people hanging on to it. For you with money, I'm sure there's that.
when I was shrooming by myself in Wilmington trying to figure out where the fuck why the fuck how the fuck and please goddess come to me.... that's where I got the "you're a snack".
everything has been a minute late lately.
"you're out of reach..."
and there's nothing an extra $200 per moon wouldn't set ok....
fuck
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