even the beginnings has its stumbles

*after about the third step, the room fades into a dismal black*

*trip, stumble, fall, slam, nosebleed*
bitch...


*room glows abright white and all is at first hazy*
*cumming into focus: the Fazzalari's comfy abode*

NOOOOOOOO!
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HOLY FUCK, approximately 36 hours of being there
and I wanted to commit suicide. If it weren't for my brother
coming over (because I had his keys and he couldn't get
home), and for father calling to tell me to get home soon,
I've would've surely been dead.

And this would've been the shortest lived web-log.


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