Saturday, November 19, 2005

:: Long weekend, bitch. ::

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY WEEKEND OMFG LOOK AT THE TIME SLOWLY SLIPPING AWAY !

Sigh. You know for some strange reason i always find myself talking to you at least once every weekend when i'm out.

There's still something i remember about your smile.

...and your very hearty laugh.

Heh i really miss bumping into you like i used to all the time.

Well there's always Christmas eh ?

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spoken. at 6:34 AM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."