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Hey, so, hey, so I'm cool, and G rocks, though I've put her out for far too long. on the other hand, Helen did show me manips of the puppies as girls. So there's always that.

but jesus, god, I love Punk, and Shana, and Jo, and G. And Helen. and my sister. and Crazy Jae, who I owe a phone call.

and I'm not sure when I'm getting out of here. I need to get paid, so I can stop being such a drain on G's resources, emotional, physical, Josh. I love Josh too. I feel bad. Except that I feel better, safe here, happy here with these people I love so FUCKING much.

Jesse's at my house, feeding my cat. he feeds Hawkeye tuna, and then they sit on my futon and watch soft-core porn.

and that's about the shape of it, everyone looking after everybody.

And Chris Kirkpatrick makes a seriously hot girl.

mmm, and that black bean soup smells good.

but anyway, folks, do me a favor and don't worry too much about me, and don't put any additional stress on G? because I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself, especially now, especially here, where once I'm here I'm happy and can eat black bean soup.

as for going back to Brooklyn -- that's Sunday's problem.

my friends. Can't possibly know how much I love them. and I mean. Real live love.