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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
I do appreciate that, but Sebastian is in an Atkins-caused LSD-fat-deposit-based hallucinogenic psychosis right now. He will not remember any of this once he gets back on the carbs. And it is unlikely that he is going to scroll back and read these once the psychosis is over. But, in case that does happen, let me just say to the future non-hallucinatory and psychotic Sebastian who is reading this that I'm just funnin' with ya. O.K.? We're cool, right?
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I had linguini for lunch. The colors are fucking awesome. Check Atkins off the list of causes...
You know, I can't wait to get home today, fire the tops of my new bottle of Blavod (black colored vodka for screwheaded rubes like me), mix it up with one of those tropical Fuze drinks, pour in half a red bull, fire up a Camel light and sit on the deck, staring at the sky, mulling over where I'll waste a pile of money at dinner, embarrassing myself by slurring while ordering ("Yes... the mussels and filet... filet of steak... yes..."). Then I'll badger a buddy to bake me and pass out watching some lousy movie I got from Blockbuster last nite.
Or I could go to the beach. Nah, fuck that. Too much work.
Has it really come to this? Should I shout... should I scream? Maggie, what have I done?
