My smile slapped on too quickly. This is what danger feels like.
To save my grace I will claim the sky. The crash as my saviour and alibi. Otherwise I don’t know if I could respect myself in the morning.
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It’s interesting to see how the various people I know are going about New York with thier press passes. William and Kyle Cassidy in particular. I would like to see them hook up. Join forces, as it were, and unleash journalistic doom upon thine enemies. Maybe it’s because I’m stuck in this bloody room with Nice People. Current conversation topic: sport celebrity wives.
edit: Home again in my own little box, in my own little chair. I got out early because I couldn’t lock up. They covered for me as I rushed back. Who knew I could like it here?