Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's called a pen and paper. Jesus Holy Fuck. No one EVER call my house. Please. If you have my number, pretend it doesn't exist, and use the cell. Because someone just called for me, and my grandmother couldn't take a message. Just plumb didn't write it down. So, now, I'm sitting here, just dying, trying to guess who could possibly call me at 5:30 on a Friday night, thinking I'm missing some hot date, or something. Fuck. Like this day hasn't totally sucked enough ass as it is. 5:51 p.m. - 2003-06-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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