I don't understand anything about the economy, except that I should be very, very worried.

I've got like fifty buck in cash.
Is that okay?

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I love my friend Chris because we are both really horrible, awful, mean people who are actually really lame, insecure, kind people. Who are still pretty mean. It's beautiful, really.

We've been friends for... what? 6 years? 4.5 if you count the real ones? I don't even have one picture of just the two of us. We are not 'picture people,' apparently.


"Every day that passes I'm pretty sure I'm a little bit crazier than the day before. And everything makes a little less sense."

Oh, Christopher. Me too, SB, me too.

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