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i don't get hangovers (unless i'm out of my mind, which actually happened one night i was on here), so i've never had to figure out what's going to help or hurt. i mean, i know, but yeah.
hm. glass of wine, talking to the hubby, then i think it's lights out for me.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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