Jan 28, 2004 16:52
Someone owes me $130.
Sasha is my interrogation God.
I miss being able to order alcohol with dinner.
Anna and I saw a sign.
I miss Amy and Frank and Becky and everyone. I feel like we've been apart for so long in comparison.
I want my money back.
I don't think I can possibly face school tomorrow.
Love, Alisa
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i love you
... and you're really pretty
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--or somethin like that
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