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Is it late yet?
I just cobbled up a little bio for an upcoming reading; made me feel good, as though I've actually accomplished things. Professing job was run by me that actually doesn't suck - enough to make me consider it an actual option. Someone copped my number off a mutual friend 'for emergencies' and then used it to call, tell me to put on a taped rugby game (with a player who has my rather rare last name - and kicked ass), and we lost an hour to goofy, pointless and lovely talk.
MC's heathen Big Fuck Off Hammer made my day long before any of that, even though the events of it's mention were quite distressing.
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