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i've seen this single entry up all week; i had a great time with you this weekend, but my god interviews suck! regardless, i'm rocking some wilco stealing the internet in my lame ass bathroom (best reception in the house-- thank you "Wireless" if you can read this). either way, i hope you have gotten out of bed by now; just think, at least your father is not marrying some chick he met on the internet nine count'em nine weeks ago. nonetheless, i get to rock a weekend in the upper seventies on the third coast visiting 6 figure homes. however, hell is for climate what heaven is for company.

Given the oversharing nature of the comment, coupled with the rambling delivery and the timestamp, I'm going to take an educated guess at pill's state of mind at the time of posting: drunk, including (but clearly) not limited to at least two glasses of whiskey and half a bottle of wine (from the girl's place), with a light hint of xanex for the nerves. Pill is, nonetheless, right in that this website needs a new posting, or I will start sending you pictures of dead puppies to suit your mood.

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