it's 12:09 am, on March 24, 2006 - unicorn.

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Okay, I give up - apparently after ingesting too much beer, drinking with coworkers, and debasing onself, Paul is still the ideal. something is wrong here, as he is, quite frankly, a jackass to his current gal. SHOOT ME.

I leave you with Fiona Apple, which is the only worthwhile part of this post and is, parenthetically, bryant's themesong:

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

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