| :: Marriage And Thin Blankets :: |
[18 Oct 2003|02:27am] |
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Ooh. Barracuda.
Song stuck in my head. Lonely bed now that N. left. And I'm sitting here wishing we would just get married so we can cuddle with eachother every single night for the rest of our lives.
Mm. Sappy ass here is going to crawl into her cold covers now.
P.S. For some reason, lately I cannot wait until Christmas. Must be the whole trip to Rome thing. Heh.
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[18 Oct 2003|05:57pm] |
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"Does it bother you that what you found here is not what you expected?
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