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| 14-February-2008, 08:06 |
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Forcing myself to do this is weak sauce with a dash of fail.
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| 14-February-2008, 08:41 |
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A voice in my head says: "Don't give up. You'll regret it."
Lame. I say in response to her.
Anyway.
My Love is having nightmare about my vacation in two months. He dreamed that he called me and heard a male's voice on the other line, booked a flight, and saw me and my Beloved in bed with two men.
Well. Yes. Were we single. It'd go just like that.
I told him he can stop waking up in a cold sweat. My Beloved is back with her Love and my girl doesn't fuck around. She might fuck a lot, but she has never fucked around.
We'll be two faithful, devoted, women having a lovely sun and fun vacation together.
He's going to have nightmares until I get back. It's his way. It can't be helped.
I have been listening to Sia and Basia Bulat lately. Recommended. They grow on you. A day later and I've gone from, "Why did I buy this?" to humming tunes randomly in my head.
I tried watching this series called Jericho. Plot seems solid. The background music makes me want to stab a baby. I hate it. Can't stand it. Five episodes later and I quit. Really hate that melodramatic stuff.
There? Happy Now?
Yes, and you will be too.
Pfft.
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