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your sister called... she left a message on your mobile. she is pretending to be a brit at the moment. she doesn't know why. she is quite saddened to have missed your call. she is speaking in the third person. perhaps she is the queen! that would explain it. we don't know why you can't juggle both sides at once - that must be a plague of the lower classes. we say, let them eat cake! and pussy! and cock should they desire it! indeed. we thought it was tuesday. the "royal" we, that is.

wow, trying to stay consistent in that way sucks ass. seriously, i have no idea what the days are. i just get up, put on eyeliner after brushing the teeth... think about you when i shower and lotion myself... that's it. my head is quite gone. it's all a ball of fuzz and i feel cut off from everything and exceedingly afraid of going into the kitchen for some reason. i make no sense sometimes. i managed to make myself a sandwich, but i grabbed everything and took it to the living room to assemble it. i might crack. i miss you. if today is wednesday then tomorrow is thursday and so if the phone rings early i better answer it. yup. i'll do that. please don't be angry with me. pretty please? please.