| Buckle |
[12 Aug 2003|01:47pm] |
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music |
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"Eurochild" by Massive Attack |
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Isn't he great?
I won him at Center Island yesterday. My family's whirling me into other events I end up relishing all the more that my freedom is about to end. Fat Lennon's new found exuberance dancing out of my reach; why wasn't I there for that?
I'm just whipped. Going non-stop for going on 8 days. Tomorrow it ends and I buckle down. My knees buckle and I flop into my chair for productive searching. Remind me to take better pictures. Stuffed animals are an insult to my camera's worth.
I don't like being slightly tan; I liked being white. Pale and ludicrous. I'm reminded a tan accelerates wrinkling, I'm reminded it's September next month.
I can't wear a skirt for a while due to drunken caneoing.
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