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Friday, I went to Decatur; Seahorse and eye--we shot portraits and gossip gewgaws and how we are truly adversaries of philistines, for we wield the precious term: "album!". In this area, a door-handle shook its vulva, and [link].'s tongue penetrated the crack (of the door); I inhaled (my surprise), and it was Liz's turn to come (into the room). I'd not seen the latter for years.

We practised some songs we've plans for performing... overall, it was quite lovely. Afterword, as our stomachs became mewlers, we advanced to Pizza King--where we took about ten minutes to finally reveal our order to the waitress: "One cheese pizza, plz." The last slice--I fed to Billy:

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Liz, being the loser of the "who has to drive game" [that we devised in order to cure her disappointment, which i'm sure was a spawn of the other game: I dropped the camera in front of u, so you pick it up and shclep it, fuck-face], took Squeaky and me back--where we played some more, and I bled on her bed about my head, my head.

Today, I went to see the film Doubt with mum, after going to Smokey Bone's and leaving after we ordered our drinks (we found they didn't have a veggie burger anymore) and eating at iHop instead: aye had crepes, and dawned my devastation that Ft. Wayne's homophobia was keeping me from viewing my craving for Sean Penn, which said restaurant creates, at the theatre.

In case you were curious, the piece was a compelling one of cinematography: I wouldn't christen it into greatness, but the performances were truly ambrosial.

Har har.