workin for the weak end

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Picked up zebulon_y at the airport tonight. We’re going to the LA Auto Show tomorrow. After that going to be free in the evening. Who wants to have dinner, and where?

Despite losing my wallet and freaking the fuck out about it earlier tonight, I managed to get zeb into his hotel and have a bit of time with the D’s crew. I returned home, starving, and consumed both chicken noodle soup and yogurt with blueberries.

I’ve had a lot of trouble communicating adequately with friends lately, because I’ve been depressed and anxious, which makes me selfish and not a good listener. Everyone seems to be behind a layer of wet cotton to me. People should know that I do give a damn about you, but for reasons of my own I’m not able to rise to the occasion.

Chicken noodle soup is everything they say it is, you know.

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is wet cotton an effective fire retardant? Cause if it is...that rules