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Jul 17, 2007 19:03

Plane crash in Brazil. Couldn't stop on a slippery, wet runway in heavy rain. Crashed into a building at the end, which may or may not have been a gas station. Large fireball. I won't comment, but if you know me, you know I'm terrified over it.

I'm too late buying Harry Potter. So I guess I'll have to make a journey to a bookstore to buy it. Is this Saturday morning. Oh well, that will be an adventure too.

My car is seeing a new mechanic on Thursday. We're very nervous.

I'm officially booking a moving van tomorrow. So scared and sad. And poor.

The brotha had it goin on wit somethin kinda
Uh wicked, wicked, had to kick it
I'm not shy so I asked for the digits
A ho, no that don't make me
See what I want
Slip slide to it swiftly
Felt it in my hips
So I dip back to my bag a tricks
Then I flip for a tip
Make me wanna do tricks on him
Lick him, like a lollipop should be licked
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don't know how you do, the voodoo, that you do
So well it's a spell, hell
makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop

Yeah, still in my head. It should be my karoke song, should i ever do karoke again.

plane crashes, harry potter, anxiety, music

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