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here is a story i read long ago:
there was once a girl who always wore a scarf around her neck. friends would ask why she always wore the scarf and she would always reply that she'd tell them when the time was right. time went by and she met a boy. the boy asked her why she always wore the scarf and she replied that she'd tell him when the time was right. the boy ended up loving her and she him so they got married and grew old together. on her dying bed, she told him to remove the scarf and when he did, her head fell off.
i really like that story.
the year is fast approaching its end and suddenly there's a feeling of dread in me. i've realized that i haven't accomplished half the things i wanted to accomplish. i liken this feeling to one of a middle aged man who has just bought a red convertible and who is balding and who has no wife or children or anybody.
had a supersonic blast with gaby at the violent femmes show. i'd show pictures but i'm not internet savvy enough. eh.
there was once a girl who always wore a scarf around her neck. friends would ask why she always wore the scarf and she would always reply that she'd tell them when the time was right. time went by and she met a boy. the boy asked her why she always wore the scarf and she replied that she'd tell him when the time was right. the boy ended up loving her and she him so they got married and grew old together. on her dying bed, she told him to remove the scarf and when he did, her head fell off.
i really like that story.
the year is fast approaching its end and suddenly there's a feeling of dread in me. i've realized that i haven't accomplished half the things i wanted to accomplish. i liken this feeling to one of a middle aged man who has just bought a red convertible and who is balding and who has no wife or children or anybody.
had a supersonic blast with gaby at the violent femmes show. i'd show pictures but i'm not internet savvy enough. eh.