I feel like 100% grade-A shit right now. When I went to that party I told myself I wasn't gonna get into anything too serious. But then Patches opened the bag and I got that wiff of fresh nip and, well shit, everything fell apart. I promised my girlfriend I'd stay away from that sorta thing. I'm pretty sure I left like sixty messages on her phone last night. Fuck me and my weak-ass habits. This is why I never get invited fucking anywhere. People are afraid I'll smell their chrysanthemums and go off the deep end cause I got no self-fucking-control. FUCK! I'm just gonna watch some HGTV and pass the fuck out. PEACE.
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