tweets for you

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Apr 282008

Urgent. Will die without reading.

13:48 On our way to Gray Gardens for Choochs birthday cake. Getting high first might have been a good idea. Oh, hindsight. #
14:03 My only task was picking up ice cream. When did vanilla branch off into so many sub-flavors? Jesus Christ. #
17:47 Ppl will probably think Henry is his kids’ chaperone at the show tonite, when really he’s mine. #
18:33 For some reason we were just escorted to the front of the line. W/o even making it to the end. Wtf. #
19:21 Hi we got in the VIP! #
19:50 Drop Dead Gorgeous just came on and Henry said OH GR8 right before his head burst. #
23:12 Motherfucking Chiodos FTW!!!! #
23:22 Christina drives like the ppl I get stuck behind that make me scream FUCKING DRIVE in a Satan voice. #
10:50 Considered arranging for christinas car to get jacked so she’d have to stay in pittsburgh. #

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Bueno Mexicana says:

April 28, 2008 at 6:11 pm

i love spending weekends with my bff.

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- Tuna Tar-Tart says:
  
  April 28, 2008 at 8:03 pm
  
  and i love making fun of my bff.
  
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- Bueno Mexicana says:
  
  April 29, 2008 at 6:04 pm
  
  thank god i make it so easy then!
  
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