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Sunday, November 28
and, oh... there is nothing, really, like the incessant sound of ornithological sex calls to usher in the new day.
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28 November 2004 at 16:17
This too, shall pass.
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to everyone else who was there that night yet not up here: i couldn't fit the long shots of all of us into a square, so i went with a flattering picture of me. and don't tell me you wouldn't have done the same. oh rae, if you're reading this, ignore the above - it's because i like you best. really. |
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my christmas gift from the wonderful Snookums. and in keeping with my disturbing tendency to want to have relations with inanimate objects, i think i want to marry this one and bear its little pink children. | |
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