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<- Tuesday, Mar. 29, 2005 | 1:18 a.m. ->





You can feel it all over.

One AM on the twenty ninth. Raining cats and dogs, but these are just days.

I have more than once instructed a friend to use his or her powers for good, not for evil. Same goes for profile stalking, Miss W, same goes for profile stalking.

Sickening sticky sweet, yes, but somewheredeep down you like it better that way too. Ignoring half of the facts is so rarely a good idea that slaps in the face are a necessity of life. Seriously, Mary puts her feet down for a reason. How was I supposed to get to Cambodia anyway? Treasure intact, that�s a fact, Jack � buried, that would have been a problem.

Mansha and I will sing the rain away, and it will be awesome.


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