For those of you who haven't heard yet, most of Jayna's house burned down. Including her room, all of her clothes and books, their appliances, Gavin's clothes & stuff, her parents' stuff, plus pictures and other assorted memorabilia
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This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot.
Higgedly-piggledy, Benjamin Harrison, Twenty-third President, Was, and, as such, Served between Clevelands, and Save for this trivial Idiosyncrasy, Didn't do much.
Now that my life feels more under control, I actually feel like I have something of myself to give and free time in which to give it. Too much free time = bad because I think about all the people I love who aren't really in my life right now and depression/anxiety ensues. In the interests of keeping myself crazy-busy and possibly improving the
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