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Mar 04, 2008 01:41

I can't lose my head. (lather, rinse, repeat). I can't lose my head. (lather, rinse, repeat).

((FF 4 or so months to me saying "And just like that.. I lost my head."))

On a completely, but not so completely, different note.. I hung things on our way too white walls. Walking into the apartment and being greeted by Frank Sinatra's mugshot warms the most inner corners of my soul.
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