scandal, gossip, intreague:
The adventure continues, and I'll post a more beefy post later all about the cute guy with braces and the pasta and the viper woman, the visit to the clinic, the day with david sitting in the sun drinking tea and coffee, the cheap brazillian cigarettes, being caught by his MUM (mwahaha) the night before, the evening with Rob, the muffins in the park, the strange developmental link we share (my bedroom!) the poet on the boardwalk, our fight about Paris Hilton and now, what's happened: I'm involved in major scandal... Like RTE (National Network) sized scandal. But that's all I'm saying about that here... In the words of a once wise man:

i am a beef unit

carnage.

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Not Charlie: Ooh! Scandal! I wouldn't worry about it, and anyway, you can always play the victim. Blame society, trinity and alamo. And as for a tape, I'm sure the nice people at the RTE archives would be able to help. Give it a few weeks, the charade is as a college project... for reseach like.