Who’s having the hottest date ever on Monday? Yep, that’s me.
Based on a long chain of e-mails, some googling and general asking around, she’s everything I could ever want and more. Now, what could go wrong, apart from those billion obvious things such as she possessing a troubled childhood, ugly toes or a stupid dog?
Also, I’m exhilarated by the fact that Butch returns home from her travels today. Not that we have much time to spend together at the moment, but anyways. It now seems that life may beat this fucked up war after all.
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