So tonight was halloween. A holiday I consider to be nearly perfect. (except for the sluts.)
Chad and I sang a lovely duet of "Baby I'm An Anarchist."
Jake and I discussed coathangers.
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Omg. I wish I could think of something that matters, but the truth is that I really can't. It's never been my talent to write, so I don't know why I enjoy it so much if I just suck at it.
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