Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 887. Or, Save Me From Cake. It didn't really matter that I was right. Or, correct, rather. That I didn't have that many choices. You ever get the feeling that when you get to the grocery store, they'll be out of your coffee creamer and can't be bothered to stock the kind of salsa you need? By the time he gets here, it will be past the time for chips. 8:48 p.m. - 2004-10-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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