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I drank a litre and a half of wine on my own last night. I also forgot about the whole, y'know, eating thing. STILL DRUNK WOO! I have also become spontaneously invisible to train ticket men. Conductor. That's the word. He did not, however, have a baton. Bastard. I chatted up a cash machine, too. You know your life is sad when you chat up a cash machine. I think it was the 'baby' that cemented that point of view.

There may have been more words intended to go here. But I forget.

You all rock.

But you (and you know who you are) rock the mostest. The accent is definitely good. *snickers*

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For randomblade, some time before the film and the American gel. Blast her.

( theirloveissorhymingcouplet )

Literally written in five minutes. I know, it sucks. Time for bed is being called, hence the unfinished feel. Sorry. I'll devote more time to 'em when I've seen the film again, 'k?