Jan 01, 2011 15:57
I hope that when I grow up, I'll be married to someone called Bert and we’ll have a dog called Flo and even though we will be living on the streets dancing for loose change, we’ll still love eachother... and bang in public for a fiver an hour. But as long as there’s love.. that’s all that matters isn’t it?
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I dunno...
I miss the old Nola. But, I'm not trying to bring you down about it... sorry if thats what it seems.
I'm so glad someone is finally paying my journal attention and commenting. That feels nice and makes me want to post more.
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