Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 97 days. If I had something original to say, I'd probably say it. But, every thing is on repeat. I have a "date" on Saturday night. But, he looks a bit like Fabio, and he has a funny name. Coffee. Coffee is a date, right? I mean, if your intentions are romantic... DAMN IT. I hate dates. Bah. Why can't I just fuck up a perfectly good friendship by complicating it with complex emotions and sex? 4:55 p.m. - 2003-05-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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