Saturday, May 8th, 2004 | 14:24
I'm getting high on Atkins barbecued remains.

I feel like singing your favourite songs out of key so you will never be able to listen to them without me. Better yet, I'll sing them well.
The colours blend and the lights let me pretend I can see way down the mountain to sometime when I didn't just get crushed in an intersection on the other side of town.
underachieving says:
getting dressed is a fine art.

i'm frantic, baby, so load me up. says:
getting someone undressed is a science.

Meat Virgina

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