hanging with the wrong crowd, full of the wrong hormones, expressing affection for the wrong people

I stayed out too late last night having one last couple of pre-Snip beers with dagard. The man's an inspiration, I tell you. An inspiration to what, well, that could be dubious indeed. You'll just have to keep reading. An order of Broadway Grill's garlic fries, by the way is hot, tasty, and enough for three people.

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Coming off spiro has apparently made me break out. Poo! I'd blissfully forgotten about that effect of boy roids.

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What does it say about my priorities when the only person I spontaneously remember to get a prezzy for is a woman who does (ahem) kind of mean things to me? Let the guilt trip commence!

Brunette Sister asked me what m'boy wants for Chanukah, so I asked Nibs, who said she'd have to get back to me. It's nice to know I'm not alone.