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So I am hoochie-kootchie-ing in my seat to "No Spill Blood."

I am fucking damaged. Then again, after 8 1/2 hours of data entry with jotting notes for comic pr0n in between, I am entitled, right?

I am also refining my list of goals. And hey, I am not a big fan of "On the Outside," but the Farewell version is great.

18 days to my 28 birthday. I need pants or hosiery, and I cannot decide.