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You guys are seriously fucked up, you know that? It's only poetry.

And I finally have some pictures from last Thursday which was a rad night. I gave dunx a haircut. He needed it.



Come on, he had a goddamn fro. I don't know what we were laughing about in that picture, but I think I might be grabbing his ass.

Here we are in the middle of it all:



I'm not sure what's most awesome about this, that I'm pretending to do dunx in the ass or that KtKate is giving the horns while I'm doing so.

Then we ate dinner and it was really good, and I managed to get really drunk, but in a good way. There was no angry yelling or slapping and I wasn't sad or threatening to kill people, there was just drunk dialing and Bad Santa and Jack In The Box in the wee hours of the night.



So why is dunx making that face with his hand in his pants? I have no idea. No wait, I know: we were drunk.



I like that picture, even though we both look like dorks. It makes me think of being very, very happy, you know, so happy that you just laugh.

*sigh*

I can't wait to watch West Wing later.