Oh no. I wish I wasn't stranded here penniless and with several shabby christmas functions to attend, otherwise I'd be out clubbing with you. I'm guessing this is due to stupid stupid men creatures? feel free to email me or bombard me with sms seeing as I cannot be with you in person

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This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath- Regina Spektor On The Radio

For once at least they're not being specifically stupid, it's just circumstances conspiring against them

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"Your d12 cries itself to sleep." -OOTS

oh well I suppose that counts in some way

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This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath- Regina Spektor On The Radio

I offer no defence on behalf of my fellow creatures (I think we are always at fault by default anyway? ), but at least I can think of one person who will likely be keen to go clubbing with you this weekend

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Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you. ~Winnie-the-Pooh

"The work of the artist is to lift up peoples hearts and help them endure" - William Faulkner

Pfft but the silly girl organised it on a night when I am doing something else! How rude of her, she should have read my mind and known

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"Your d12 cries itself to sleep." -OOTS