Dear My Friends

[roxy]

You know when folks tell you back your shit up, and you say, 'yeah, yeah, sure I will--tomorrow.' Well, tomorrow never comes, or rather it comes when you least expect it. All my shit is looooooost. I cry bitter fucking tears, my friends.

This sucks. Oh well. What are you gonna do, hah? Stiff upper lip, my dears.

Say, Bobby's on The Mentalist! I missed all of it, pooh!

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Really? Heee, I can just see Mr. R's face...let us figure out how to do this sending of porn, yes! Maybe after I build up my accounts--this fixing the laptop is going to be a wildly expensive thing--plus I have to replace my disc drive which is fucked. It's a rain and pour kind of thing.