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I must be a masochist. I make jobs for myself to do. I suck.

Hello.

I am in love with Tyr. I am going to marry him. He is not really dead. He's just...on vacation. Or planning the next uprising of the Nietzschean people. He's gonna come rescue us from Seafra with the help of purple Trance and Rev. And then Dylan's gonna die, and I'll be friends with Harper again. And...I suck.

I saw Hitch today. It lasted much too longishly. And tomorrow, I shall show Chelzy DVDs of the old days. When Tyr wasn't dead, and Dylan wasn't an ass. And when me and Harper were best friends.

And I like chocolate.

*Bek*