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This weekend has been nice.
Save for the verge of tears/queasy feeling that just won't seem to go away for good.
But I think that four day weekends and church kids and the OC and Blue Burrito and friends and Bridget Jones and pointless late night phone calls make life happier.
It's been two weeks.
And I still can't believe she's gone.
Someone, please fucking wake me up already.
Save for the verge of tears/queasy feeling that just won't seem to go away for good.
But I think that four day weekends and church kids and the OC and Blue Burrito and friends and Bridget Jones and pointless late night phone calls make life happier.
It's been two weeks.
And I still can't believe she's gone.
Someone, please fucking wake me up already.