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immy-meowno:

Hehe, correct! Once you get the hang of Tumblr, you won’t want to leave. Don’t worry though, you’ll have Ms. Coyne and I there along with you, I hope you don’t mind.

That’s wonderful! I’m really glad to hear that, Eli. We should catch up soon. 

Let’s hope I’m amused by social networking, I become easily bored, you know me. You and Coyne online as well as in real life? Oh joy, lucky me. Kidding, kidding.

Catching up sounds good. Whenever you’re free.

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immy-meowno:

Fi talked me into it, I can see why now, It is pretty addicting.

I’m doing great! How are you, Eli?

Of course Fi would be literate in the online world—isn’t she always doing some type of online shopping? I don’t see the hook of it just yet, but I won’t pass up judgement so soon.

I’m doing well, just adhering to what the doc told me to do. All’s fine, I suppose.

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immy-meowno:

Hello, Eli Goldsworthy!

Imo. Never thought I’d see you on a social networking site. How goes it?

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booyah-t0rres:

It goes good. Although, I’m in some serious need for a guys night in. My house this friday? I’ll supply the video games and ‘za!

Missing my presence already? I’m flattered. And ugh, tell me why I have a doctor’s appointment this Friday. Can we reschedule and do say…Sunday? How’s the Torres house?


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booyah-t0rres:

There’s my best friend.

Doctor Doom and Gloom at your service. Finally out of hiding, Torres? Kidding. How goes it?



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30 Seconds to Mars: Hurricane

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"I know that most men, including those at ease with problems of the greatest complexity, can seldom accept even the simplest and most obvious truth if it be such as would oblige them to admit the falsity of conclusions which they have delighted in explaining to colleagues, which they have proudly taught to others, and which they have woven, thread by thread, into the fabric of their lives."
— Tolstoy