Chow and Josie are having dinner at Matsuri at the Maritime-- and I'm insanely jealous I can't join them. Those fucking shits. It's war, bitches! I hope you eat bad sashimi and shit salmon for days.
Heading out of the office now to get some drinks with co-workers. I hate drinking with people I work with because my first reaction is to run away at the end of the day but I feel as if I should make an effort to make nice.
There was more to this entry but I've been censored.
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