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[wickedorin]

It is 82. There is a lovely, ocean-scented breeze. The birds are singing. I am wearing what amounts to a fancy black wife-beater and a pair of 5+ year old jeans. First mother fucker who tries to ruin my day gets their jugular sawed open with a butter knife. Have a good day, everyone.

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[lhexa]

I will! May tomorrow be as good.

[wickedorin]

We must cling desperately to the idea that good days are not just occasional singular events. *grin*