Current Mood: confused

Mystery.

I have a phone number on my left palm. I have no fucking clue whose it is. That is lovely. Why dinnit I notice it last night? Where was I that someone wrote on my palm and I wasn't aware? I dinnit get that pished. In fact, I emailed with

vestalvagrant for awhile when I got home. What the fuck?

Should I call the number? Nah. I'm way too introverted to be doing shite like that.

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