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And then I was all like "why didn't I post these?" And then I read them. And I discovered why. Too specific. Too personal. Too easily questioned by everyone else. Little things to do today. A couple job applications, getting the room in decent condition, math, poetry, lists, Open G tuning, and perhaps some work on the project that I have a little over a month to finish. It's happening, no doubt about that. Probably should make sure I can sing worth a damn too. Later, later. I really like Band of Horses. I really like music. Bleh. I hate that that's such an issue still. Hope it doesn't stay that way. "Because when I look at you...I'm home." -Dory <3 Ahh. At the moment, I'm trying to figure out how I managed to damage the little piece of skin under my tongue? Cause it hurts. And I guess that would be how one could spread STDs while kissing. Weirdd. Someone sent this to me once: I lived in Paris once, with a friend of mine Us two were the feisty and daring kind And when fire took the town to an ashen hard rind We didn't much care that we'd leave it behind I wasn't sure what to think of it. Still not sure what to think of it. |
