the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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2:07 a.m. + 2004-09-09 = bed or trouble
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half of sixpack later...
and now i've returned to gypsy cold care tea... not because i'm feeling ill [well, feeling "ill" by way of pathogens], but because i rather like the taste.
and shamefully admit, i prefer it to schell's firebrick.
spoke a little with he-whose-name-we-do-not-mention-here. don't know if that deserves a mention or not. probably not. nothing ever comes of it. he changed the subject right after i said, "they all are" in response to his, "so the date was ill-fated then?" [i'm paraphrasing.]
it's late. in two days, this is the hour at which i'd be striving to awaken. but for now, it's late. and i'm tired and headed for either bed or trouble.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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