*cries*
like the utterly fantabulous rockstar that he is, john calls me at 2 am. two in the fucking morning. nevermind that i’m no where near being sleepy…nevermind that i’m so fucking hyper i’m bouncing off the walls and can’t stop laughing because jetta is fucking awesome. hell, go ahead and forget the fact that i’ve gotten very friendly with some vodka…the rockstar is the ultimate buzzkill…
he really, really is.
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