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Feb 27, 2007 22:32

My pants, my coat and my gloves are drying on the heater.

Every time I light a match in here, I am afraid some dangerous gas has been lurking here all along and everything will blow up.

You know that feeling of a person licking your face? Not with their tongue, but with their eyes -- they give you such a penetrating look that you can almost feel the look washing over you face. Yes, that one. *shivers*

Woop--wooptidoo! I had to wait for the woman longer than I wanted, but at least she liked my essay, so that's good.

And we ate unhealthy food. Yam yam, so tasty, but not good for Marilyns and Gabys.

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