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Friday, February 23, 2007
hot mess
liquor before beer, you're in the clear.
liquor. beer. beer. liquor again. beer again, then you're going to say embarrassing things, smoke a million cigarettes and want to DIE when you wake up.
that doesn't rhyme, but this is how i feel today.
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