I just gave a cigarette to the little retarded girl downstairs (who, for future reference, I call Curly Locks, because she has curly hair and I can't remember her name and I hate calling her the little retarded girl, especially since she's like 25).
I am not in a blogging place, even though I have a plethora of topics. Sigh. Blogging requires some kind of persistence. When I find mine, I'll let y'all know.
Now I'm gonna edge away from that incredibly high cliff of Depression. Y'all just relax until I'm back, and I'll go watch True Blood.
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