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11/12/2004 - Heeheehee.
Yannow, I think Folin is right. Now that Gregs met the love of his life, isn't he supposed to be LESS angry all the time? Look at you go. :( I could pass you off a chilean squirrel, you know. squeeAWK. I'm doing textiles, today. You do realise, i'm just going to use this knowledge to herring-stitch you to a stoat carcass when you're not looking and mysteriously anaesthetised. Guess what time dad wakes me up in the morning? 5 MINUTES BEFORE WE HAVE TO GO. This is like, on a regular basis, too. You'd have thought i'd wisen up to it and pack a lunch the night before. BUT NOOO. I'm in pain! And i'm wet! And i'm... STILL HISTERICAL! //Anonymous::6:22 AM EST\ # | |
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