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[Feb. 13th, 2011|03:58 pm] |
This isn't the Grid, and it certainly isn't California. I think ... I think I'm lost.
I've never been lost before. I don't think I like it very much. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|04:26 pm] |
I dare anyone to find a more wonderfully complex woman as the one I love~
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|06:19 pm] |
HEY GABEY.
GUESS WHO HAS A WEEK LONG VACATION THIS WEEK? |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|06:51 pm] |
For the record, I HATE this holiday. If I ever really met that over commercialized, totally not what a cherub would really ever look like flying spreader of misery and woe, I would rip his wings off and let him know that crappy chocolate is spreading diabetes and sorrow faster than he can think.
I'm wearing black and coming home after work, and if anyone wishes me a Happy Valentine's Day, prepare to be bitten in a not-super-fun way. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|07:16 pm] |
So, I realized something earlier when I was down in the kitchen making myself some tea with no shoes on.
Me. Kitchen. Barefoot & preggers. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|08:09 pm] |
KK's gone.
Karl says she didn't say goodbye because she didn't have a chance to and it was just the vortex, but I don't know. I always said that maybe we were here to stop ourselves. Maybe that's what happened.
All I know is that it's just me and Karl now. |
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