puerile urchins scream: "You whore!"
work tomorrow
I liked "Me, Myself, and Irene."
other stuff
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someone come over hear and read my mind. don't feel like talking or punctuating. bring cuddles. And backrubs I have a knot the size of a silver dollar under my shoulder blade
i will marry a masseuse. a SEXY masseuse.
Smash Mouth doesn't need to exist. There's no reason for that shit. And now they went and fucked with Steely Dan. Shit. That makes me angry.
