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my hearts racing...i'm lost...i'm confused...just dunno what to do...shit...i'm >>>scared<<<...
and bird-dog comes home tomorrow...oh what fun...wonder if she'll notice my hair...
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| pOcKeT fULL oF LieS...for sure... |
[13 Nov 2005|02:17pm] |
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Horoscope for Sunday Nov. 13:
Things really are better now, just like everyone promised they'd be. The weight of the world has lifted. Nobody says you'll be bored with this calm, either. A heavyweight planetary team will conspire to put you in touch with the last person on earth you ever thought you'd see, especially now. Ready or not, here comes a giant wake-up call: You still care, and so do they. Now what?
psh...what ever...
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