She's home...
God, I can't even describe it.
I'm so excited about tomorrow.
"I snuck out of my house, stole the buick, broke the law, all to come see you."
*Smack*
Oh, dear lord, I needed her to be back.
Now, to break this nasty habbit, to enjoy the rest of my summer, and maybe...
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and in response to this week's posts.. (1) I'll help you stop smoking and (2) you're a pretty good example of the fact that people write better when they're ___ (sad, hurting, lonely, overly-pensive... whatever)
..hopefully some shitty lj entries and blank real-journal pages are ahead, general. calm waters. the drought is over (literally, i saw Texans rejoice!)
..oh, and thanks for telling me about the car!!
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