Jul 26, 2006 01:56
when you're hundreds of miles from home, you've worn out your welcome, your plane doesn't leave for 7 more agonizing days, and the money's run out:
early times.
how i wish i had a bottle...right now.
oh well, i guess you gotta take the good with the bad cuz that's life.
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