What I put into it? A run to the dry cleaner and ATM, and buying a set of fake knucks and gold dollar bill chain.
What I got out of it? Recognized on multiple occassions without saying a word, seven straight hours of partying, nearly dry-humped into submission, a fresh set of digits, and pain coursing through my body like spiteful thoughts about the Republicans.
The bed is calling, and if I don't pick it up, I may die.
Happy Halloween, ya bastids.
Ambient music: Coldplay - Amsterdam
10/31/04
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