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Tomorrow is my brother's bachelor party, so if there is another rush of drunk posts, you will know why. I will not be making one of them, I am sorry to say. Maybe my friends fill the void for you.

I hope you are all enjoying your freedom.

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Maybe I should collect everyone's journals this time.

But what if I'm struck by divine inspiration and have nowhere to write lyrics for my to-be-sold-out Broadway musical?!

There's always a non-magical notebook? Or a bar napkin? Or your hand? Or my hand?

Also, why am I just hearing about your Broadway musical?

[Quinn]

He could be a decent replacement for Virgil?

It's a secret hit musical, so shhh. A secret hit musical that will, apparently, be penned on bar napkins. That seems somehow appropriate.

[Ty]
Anything is a decent replacement for Youngblood's pet, but you do raise a good point.

I'd go see that! But your secret's safe with me! [...] And everyone else, I'm sure.

[Quinn]

Sorry. Not trying to be a jerk. I just don't want you to have anything else to worry about going into Saturday. ~~Since there's already Ricardo to w~~ And I know last weekend was rough.

Edited 2017-03-24 03:32 (UTC)

Shhhhhh.

[Ty]
No, sorry, that came off too strong. I probably should leave my journal back here ~~but then how will I bitch to McBride about Ri~~. It would be the responsible thing to do.

Edited 2017-03-24 04:03 (UTC)

on it.

[Quinn]

Up to you. Obviously. [...] I mean, we are on vacation. So responsibility is strictly optional.

I'll find you a sharpie and you can write it on your arm.

What if someone reads my arm and steals my brilliant ideas? What then, Downing?

you explicitly asked that your journal be confiscated next time you get drunk

or have you already forgotten your work of art so soon?

You know

comparing weed to the rainbow river.

I'm really not feeling that love and appreciation for me that you mentioned while you were hammered last night.

[Chris]
SHUT THE FUCK UP.

lmao I loved and appreciated you so much last night I wrote out a whole drunk review for Wicked, so that you could live vicariously through me. Thank god I passed out before posting that shit.

[Quinn]

Just trying to help you out there, buddy.

So. How's Mexico?

You're holding out on me?!

[Chris]
How is that helping me out?! HOW?!

Mexico is fucking awesome.

I can paint the picture for you tho. I was wearing a bloody suit and Youngblood showed up in footy pajamas. But I already burned the review I wrote so... it's like gone.

[Quinn]

Let me help you further

How's Prickardo?

Why would you burn that?!

[Chris]
I haven't seen him yet so he's doing brilliantly, thank you for asking.

Because knowing me, and also you, next time I get drunk, I'll feel the urge to shower you with drunk affection and share it with you, and then never live it down

[Quinn]

How have you not seen him? Isn't he up Raf's ass?

[...] That's no reason to deprive me of your doubtlessly moving Broadway review, Park.

[Chris]
We have our own ~~mans~~ house. It's like at Christmas dinner when there's an adults' table and a kids' table, except this kids' table has a hot tub and a stocked liquor cabinet.

Except for Spite and self preservation

[Quinn]

Like they rented out a house for you?

♥ :(

[Chris]
I think ~~they may own~~ so?

no, don't draw faces at me, it's already gone.

[Quinn]

~~Weird part of the sentence to cross out~~ Good luck adapting to being poor as fuck after spring break. Seriously tho, hide your journal when you get shit faced. Because I'm not getting drunk, on account of I got a night job, and I don't wanna be a dick by making fun of you while you're drunk.

:( ~~Motherfucker~~

[Chris]
Coming here from home was the weirdest shit.

And that's not my problem; you need to learn to control your dickish nature, I refuse to be blamed for you acting like an asshole.