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I hate watching time just slip away from me. 32 years in a week. It's not even a proper birthday, just another driver's license renewal and a tick towards having to replace my passport. We didn't even bother to try to get some people together, and fuckberries, but I love getting together with people.
We may have Uday over because, well, if you don't see your frickin' BROTHER over when he lives not a few kilometers away, what the hell kind of person are you?
Okay, it's his fault, really. Little shit.
Dave has "61 days until spring" on his MSN id. I don't know if that's how long it ACTUALLY is, but I can see that time slipping by like a roll of toilet paper tossed out of a car window, streaming away until you get to the end.
Now, thankfully, the end is spring, and not a short length of cardboard tube, but still.
Amazing Race will finish, they'll start a new Survivor, I might even have gone to GAMA. Who knows? It's like Shrodinger's timeline. I might do this, I might do that.
I'll probably know by Saturday.
We may have Uday over because, well, if you don't see your frickin' BROTHER over when he lives not a few kilometers away, what the hell kind of person are you?
Okay, it's his fault, really. Little shit.
Dave has "61 days until spring" on his MSN id. I don't know if that's how long it ACTUALLY is, but I can see that time slipping by like a roll of toilet paper tossed out of a car window, streaming away until you get to the end.
Now, thankfully, the end is spring, and not a short length of cardboard tube, but still.
Amazing Race will finish, they'll start a new Survivor, I might even have gone to GAMA. Who knows? It's like Shrodinger's timeline. I might do this, I might do that.
I'll probably know by Saturday.