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"What are these words, these words? They are plopping like mud." -Sylvia Plath
Saturday, May 26, 2007
sturm
What are the odds of getting stood up two days in a row, while waiting at the same place. I must be jinxed.
Well at least now it doesn't rain on me so much that I feel like I am the dark cloud.
I think it's cooler to be lightning than rain.
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