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by vakkergotisk
I told you I'd talk to you after brunch. But I did something other than talking to you. And you're understandably mad. And I'm incredibly sorry. I'm a terrible person and its making me sick. I wish you'd just come home so I could talk to you. --------------------- Edit He's not mad anymore. He was, and he didn't even really want to talk to me. But now he's not mad and we're ok.
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You did not, your links' shade of blue is far bluer than my links' shade of blue. Hehe. :) Anyway, fine by me.

I hope you feel better. Once again your entry has prompted a familiar feeling of disquiet.
[zzz]
I'm glad things are better!
[zzz]
Mmmm, brainssss. The only thing better than zombies is hot zombie chicks. Giggity. :P
I dunno. There's something sensual about some festering pustule about to burst that just turns a guy on. Plus you know you can't knock them up. Unless of course you go by Dead Alive rules but that's just reallyreallyreallyreallyreally weird. Maybe I'm just messed up like that. :P But I still think living girls are cute too.