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or, more accurately, toast. I am so toast, to use my own words against me. Write this down, and call me on it in (x) weeks, when I turn into a right asshole, or somehow fuck up this authentically fabulous, wonderful, amazing thing I've got going here. I know, I know, if you know me (and both of you do) then you've heard it all before, waaaay too many times, in fact. But! But! But! This time...well, who the fuck knows. I'm the boy who cried wolf, but, pleasantly enough, I think I have indeed found a she-wolf, and a damn fine one at that. This document may contain forward-looking statements, yadda yadda yadda.