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Naked and Unadorned

"It's only a diary. Everyone knows diaries are just full of crap."
Young literary exhibitionist seeks refuge from mid-twenties crisis and tries to come to terms with her monogamous relationship and lack of a dream job. To be taken like a good margarita: always with salt.

Monday, October 22, 2007

The text message that some of you got today

"Maybe not drinking during Sober October is something that has to be learned the hard way, at 3 a.m., in the TGI Friday's parking lot... Fuck."

I promise to elaborate tomorrow.
Posted by Elle-Même at 3:51 AM

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