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The Dime
Rick came by for what turned out to be our second to last meeting before he departs for the great unknown... er, Japan. I had an incredibly good time, and I realized that he is genuinely my best male friend. And it's not just because I have a severe lack of male friends in general. Through a lot of good times and a lot of shit, I've just come to enjoy being around him. And shopping at Ragstock together was, for some reason, a new and perfect extension of our friendship.

Ah, blah, blah, blah, I should never try and write coherently before 10 am on a Sunday, it just comes out sounding like a 16 year-old girl's journal. Which I'm not. 16 years old I mean. Or a girl. Um.... Go Growlbacks!

Closing Night of Revolution Cirkus. The last two nights have been fire-hazard sold out. It's been great, despite all the pain.


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