Bah, that's the impending hangover talking. You're just getting started. Go on, raise another glass to those bearded rosy-cheeked lads, that you might cavort to boisterous music and taste the sweetness of their kiss. Fuck temperance, tomorrow doesn't exist while the night is still young. And even when it's 6 o'clock, the night is still young somewhere else on this crazed spinning orb. 'Here's to the men who love us terribly. May they soon improve!'
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Date: 2004-02-01 03:40 am (UTC)a toast
Date: 2004-02-01 03:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-01 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-01 07:55 pm (UTC)I understand...any other options?