Is it SARS? Could my prayers have been answered?
I'm dying. Well, not really. Well, yes. But not of SARS. I guess you're dying as soon as you leave the protective warmth of mother's womb, but that's not what I'm getting at.
God, it's like whenever I open my mouth to breathe, a thousand razors decide to work their magic on my esophagus.
Here's the weekend's dilemma. We've got Mike, who I'm going out with again on Monday. However, there's Nick as well. We just spoke over MSN last night for the first time - and suggested that we get together. I really want to give Mike a chance, though. He'd never know...right? Either way, it's not like we're married.
God. Kelly told me that all men are scum. What varies is the degree. Some are pond-scum (George W.), others are soap-scum (oh, Kelly).
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Okay - well, this was unexpected.
My mind has been made up for me. Nicholas called me. I couldn't say no. We're getting together at Bean at 2.
Oh, Lord, what have I done to myself?
God, it's like whenever I open my mouth to breathe, a thousand razors decide to work their magic on my esophagus.
Here's the weekend's dilemma. We've got Mike, who I'm going out with again on Monday. However, there's Nick as well. We just spoke over MSN last night for the first time - and suggested that we get together. I really want to give Mike a chance, though. He'd never know...right? Either way, it's not like we're married.
God. Kelly told me that all men are scum. What varies is the degree. Some are pond-scum (George W.), others are soap-scum (oh, Kelly).
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Okay - well, this was unexpected.
My mind has been made up for me. Nicholas called me. I couldn't say no. We're getting together at Bean at 2.
Oh, Lord, what have I done to myself?