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10.17.01 :: 4:23 pm
Word. So, he's going to Columbus this weekend. What is funny is that Drummer Boy's band is going, too. What's not so funny is that the retard My Boy cheated on me with will probably be hanging out, in all her alcoholic, accident-prone glory. I know he's not going to be stupid. I mean, der, we're "married." So I don't really know what I'm so upset about? Not being there to monitor her every sleazy move? Perhaps. I don't know. All I know is that I'm glad she's stopped sending him care packages. Because that shit is so fucking uncomfortable. Oh, but his birthday is coming up, so I probably shouldn't speak so soon. One can only hope.
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