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you would be amazed at what you'd find
if you broke up the concrete of your mind
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i would love to burn your trash
and make a picture with the ash

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cats do not love mister pants, and appreciate neither the unbridled enthusiasm with which he pursues them nor the absurdity of the dorky dance he performs when he is face to face with them.

we (company) moved last week. my new office has a tremendous view of puget sound. 41st floor. unobstructed. a full wall of windows. needless to say, i spend a lot of time staring, even though I tried pointing my monitor in such a way that is meant to avoid distraction. productivity somewhat low, morale somewhat high. :) i find it hard to think that ( Read more... )

happy birfdy req!!!!!!!

cabbages and kings!

Well hello there ( Read more... )

oh, and i think that brando was from another planet and he has just decided to return there. that's all.

hair gone. i am enlightened. i am a judi dench wannabe.
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full-moonlight trail ride tonight. but the oracle predicts clouds, so i'll try to keep my hopes at sea level.
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ralph as voldemort? hrm. sign me up on the naughty team, folks.
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megaheterosexual experience of the year for splendeed: seeing troy. but little orlando's tunics plunge so ( Read more... )

I adore that line of hair from navel to pubes. And I adore canteloupe.
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I'm thinking of donating my hair (um, the hair on my head) to Locks of Love. Of course, I can't do this without cutting it all off. No, really. I can't. And so I must consider just why I have all this hair and whether I can and want to do without it. And I also must consider ( Read more... )