Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sit down. The only reason I'll ever do anything any more: To make you. As my nails dry, and the aquarium hums, the headphones squeal, my left foot falls asleep, I get high, and go out to dinner with people I don't really know. Jealous. Until, like everyone else, you're not a jealous person, because you want people to be happy, regardless of yourself. But I'd like to see you seething. And, that's what I meant before. 5:29 p.m. - 2003-07-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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