Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 880. I feel like barf. Total Barf. I am a weak, weak person and cigarettes rule my life. My job is making me ill, and I'm leaving early. And, I don't care. I got in a car accident on my birthday, spending a total of 3 hours in the ER. I'm okay. He's okay. And, I was spoiled rotten for 2 days. It doesn't make me feel any better. Wish it did. I was so high, I guess it was just a matter of time before I came back down. Right? (PS - Thank you for the birthday wishes. All in all, I'm still alive and that's all that matters.) 1:26 p.m. - 2004-05-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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