strange days
"...even if it meant that she had failed, she was glad. and if what she'd wanted had been impossible from the start, still there was a certain lonely comfort in the fact that she'd known it was impossible and had gone and done it anyway." - the little friend, donna tartt
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- i'm thinking nasal spray may be the solution?
- happy birthday to me (well in 2 days, but whatever)
Thursday, March 29, 2007
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She is so yours. It's shocking.
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