Monday, July 7th, 2003 | 13:31
"Precious like a tidal wave"

I was up at the cottage yesterday. Cut my foot on a rock. Looks gross. Feels gross.
Going on holiday. Nothing really left to say. I went over yesterday but missed you because you were late. You couldn't save me. You gotta save me. -Matthew Good (Saturday The 12th)
I always thought he was saying, "We are waiting for you to call," but this works too.
It's my mom's birthday and the stars have aligned in such a way that I am going to buy her flowers because I kinda want to. (That sentence was much more complicated but it just didn't work ==>I'm hopelessly illiterate.)
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