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MERRY XMAS FROM THE MAD-WESTERNS

well, shit. that was a DOOZIE. here i sit, in yesterday's clothes.. working? no. not working. just sitting. i need to hit the toilet up. but im too embarrassed to walk by everyone in the same dress i wore yesterday. crap. last night, duh! 60's night. ern and i alwayz and forever. my phone wasn't working so i had erin text PETER so we could spend the night at his house. and, it wasn't peter. it was some chick. how did we find this out? i'll tell you. i went outside and called him. but it wasn't him. it was some other him. FUCK YOU, YOU'RE PETER FYFE. but no, it wasn't. and the poor sucker i was yelling at was very confused. but shit. so was i. so! we walked five hundred miles to his house, just to be the man who walked five hundred miles...(we yelled at and flipped off all the dicks and jerks along the way too!) AND HIS HOUSE WAS AMAZING. im going to live there now. we got to sleep in an amazing room full of drums and shit... and some poor sleeping guy. i refused to believe there was a sleeping guy. so? we investigated. there was. i almost got erin to touch him too. we giggled and squealed and laughed then slept. it was great. like camping. 

i love everyone everything alwayz all the time.