Pulling into the station

June 17, 2005

I just have bad visions of me standing outside a bar calling him, three sheets to the wind, and professing my undying lust.

Oh God. Someone pass me a pack of smokes, I think I'm going to require some later... I know, I know, I quit. But... You have no idea.

Stressed Much? Have a Beer... stopped here at 9:00 a.m.

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