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2008-01-07 - 10:38 p.m. I've been in Montana, doing the same fucking thing I do every winter. Namely, being that guy, depressed and drinking, and not caring about morals or law, and buying magazines of puzzles to do, locked in my room. New Years Eve, three girls compliment the shirt, and one of them says, "Seriously, if you ever want to just, get rid of it, I want it." She didn't kiss me, but one of the others did, so all is not lost. Soon it will be spring, and I may find meaning again.

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