Up until now, I feel like I've been watching my life from the projection room of a movie theater. The credits are about to roll when I begin to panic. Am I wearing my seatbelt? The road narrows and I'm playing chicken with a semi truck. I cover my head and wait for the impact. Ouch. Ah, the familiar sting of regret which has come back to
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Wasn't one like hot vagina torte or something?
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give me a call i tried to call you a few weeks ago but your mom told me you moved out which i gathered from her not your live journal... for the record, i dont have the internet, so my phone is never off the hook, or ill call you what ev call me and then ill call you back... i dont know.. meh
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catch me if you can
and you have the vice grip on my balls let them go thanks.
your pal not bud friend or what ev
JARS
(my initials)
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIITCH!
bye bye
adios amigos
wait
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this is the last one
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Either way, here's mine.
(503) 492-3857
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