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Fight me

Dear Diary,   (ALARM CLOCK GOES OFF) (I reach out and slap it off the table.) (Which doesn’t silence said alarm clock, of course.) (I don’t care. It’s farther away from me now, and that’s all that matters.) (15 Minutes later, big brother slings my door open fully dressed and – as always – smelling…

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WrestleMania!

Dear Diary, It is motherfucking WrestleMania! In case you didn’t know, I love wrestling. WWE wrestling specifically (although I used to enjoy watching G.L.O.W. back in the day). So, I’m over here at Anne’s with our free trial subscription to the WWE network (which we got specifically for this purpose) loaded down with snacks and…

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