Tonight I see Metric. I'm lucky I didn't forget about the show.
I thought it was 'next week sometime' as of this morning (afternoon).
I really have no one to go with besides outside groups I have to invite myself into.
Da b'ys are right for once. I need a girlfriend.
Besides, I need someone to work out all of my whack-fuck kinks, which are becoming far more pronounced, despite my brother's skepticism.
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