01.23.2003 || 01h42

Must... sleep...

Yeah, so I called around, looking for Mystie to tell her to sleep chez-moi to-night becaus her room isn't yet finished. I guess she was in class. I guess she's asleep by now. I worked late again and I'm really starting to feel it. I guess my writing's starting to show it, too. [Dzzt!] Whups, there went my last synapse...

Oh, I work in the kitchen with a guy who grew up next to the Châteauguay chapter of my family. I found out that my tall, modelesque cousin got bitchfucked by any guy she could in high school.

Good thing that family loyalty's a foreign concept to me; this guy could *definitely* take me...



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