11/27/02
icy hands will never melt away something to write... no.. there is nothing really. forget it. my circadian rhythm is completely mixed up and this i need to fix quickly, if i only knew how. i need to buy some vegetables, and a new hairdryer. when elizabeth returns from new york we ought to go and see harry potter and the chamber of secrets. you were always changing your shape, now you're not a bird anymore. |
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