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It's been a week now since Olivia and I had a fight, and the words we've exchanged since wouldn't fill half a cocktail napkin. A lot of what's going on is redirected anger, and while I'm surprised that it could work out this way, I'd say that the relationship is in danger of ending. I don't know how I feel about that.

In penance for utterly forgetting Saint Patrick's Day this year, I give you Previously Recorded:

"Yeah, hi, Patrick? It's Jesus. Listen, next week is the anniversary of my death and resurrection, and I don't want to be a bitch, but...oh, I'll just come out and say it: I don't like sharing. Look, you can take this Saturday if you want. Patrick?"

"Benny! Baby, Popester, it's...
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The Rollergirls need to start recruiting:

I hate the mental funk where the only cure is to be around people, but the funk itself makes you isolate to the extreme.

Also, I need to study a ton.

Holy BALLS it's cold. Those gusts of wind cut through every piece of clothing I wear. I just got in 5 minutes ago, and I'm still waiting for my testicles to descend.

I just lost the game.

Ember and Mary in the same day. What's the new drama?

Happy New Year!

I hate my brain but I lurve my immune system.

Edit: I spoke too soon!

Fuck upper respiratory infections. I woke up so dehydrated that my kidneys hurt. I was spared the worst of it for finals, luckily, but I'll be damned if there's anything dignified about having your body coopted as a mucus farm.

I have a fever. Please send cowbell.

Say it with me: "No, that's impossible. I cannot be coming down with the flu during finals."