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"This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin.
Tried to reach deep, but you couldn't get in.
Now you're outside me; you see all the beauty.
Repent all your sin."
[They both begin to sing.]
"It's nothing but time and a face that you'll lose.
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose.
I'll write you postcard, I'll send you the news.
From a house down the road; from real love."
The highlight of my day was dragging Quinteros into Delia's with me while I bought a pair of jeans. But I proved today that I am surely a hunter when it comes to shopping. He and I walked through the entire mall within forty minutes, including stopping, as aforementioned, at Delia's for a pair of jeans, PacSun for two pairs, and GameStop for some treats ;].
Then he and I went to Grease Trucks for the first time in so long. It was delicious, but I could only eat half of a sandwich. The other half is waiting patiently in the fridge.
Later, we're all going to get out onto the courts and ball. It should be a good time. I can't wait to throw up from being over-heated. Folks, it's bound to happen.
On a side note:
Within the past few days, I've learned that some people are preposterously ridiculous. I say that those people need to stop making assumptions, especially assumptions involving yours truly, and decide what it is that they really want from me, 'cause I already know what I want and I've made it pretty clear. Comprende?
Man, I wish I could be dancing right now.