I loose, you win, my dear crapbook. Looks like I couldn't live without you after all.
New LJ for new shit (on the block blog), that's how the world goes round.
Dear Lord, I can't write English to save my life.
I'm currently visiting my mama. Her cookings are wonderful, my stomach is so full that I can't even lift my pinkie. This calls for a rest! I
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