Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. I am so drunk. How did I get here? I remember writing three previous entries and rereading them, but I don't remember what was in the last one. I keep trying to throw my life away. What happens now?
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  1. inherserviceJuly 1, 2009 at 4:56 PM

    I hope that Kevin comes home and finds you and hugs you until you don't want to be hugged anymore, then squeezes you even tighter!

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