Took a shower. Raged.
Drank some water so I could shed more tears.
Got ready to go out. Cried again.
Andy took me antiquing. Scowled.
Made me walk until my toes were welded together.
He took me to Best Buy, bought me The Santa Clause (the fuck?).
Went to my mom's house, walked in. SURPRISE.
Cried at my surprise party.
Then someone (AN ANGEL!) gave me some tequila, got drunk, I finally laughed.
So, to my dear friend Tracy (this chick is glad she met you!), cut all that other shit out and go straight for the booze!
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