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The british came, the british left. Everyday I meet new people. I'm a star. However, one of my roommates is killing some of that. Leeching. A social disease. It makes me mad. This is the first time I make friends on my own and he has to steal them from me. It makes me mad. A friend of mine back in Quebec has cancer now. Not fun. An australian IAMer has moved into my house. Into my room. No sex. Platonic love. She's still hot though. I'm sitting here staring at this screen. And I have no fucking clue what worth this all is.
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