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[xp_roulette]

Youd thin in this city where you can get a goddamn humidifier delivered crosstown you could get shoes delivered to a bar on a friday nnight at last call.

i'm not walking in that vomit coated street in my stockings are you kidding me i fucking hate these children these mutherfuckers don't know how to drink

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[x-velocidad.livejournal.com]

Should have texted me. Could have brought you shoes on my break.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

it was 4am by that point. I was carried to an awaiting taxi by a kind man named Cormac, whose snake tattoos on his head were complimented by his Bearbie t-shirt.

now I have a raging hangover, so if you have either a greasy breakfast or a six pack of coke, or all the aleve in the world, I would be eternally grateful and owe you a firstborn child.

(whose, I don't know)

[xp-echo.livejournal.com]

If I mock you for the hangover you're going to make my training unbearable, aren't you?