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snow day dress up
wet hair pulled back in a big scrunchie from the early nineties, glasses, pants from the seventh grade, track shirt from freshman year ah, scrubbies i'm watching rocko and talking online and looking up scholarships and memorizing lines and eating a s'mores pop tart. and thomas says i don't have a life. pah. ~~~~~ random quote and equally random statement:
roses are the most gorgeous flowers... i want to dry them but they're not mine to dry like the ones already hanging on my closet from laura's family... so i took a picture of one in the snow FIN. 2:57 p.m., Tuesday, Jan. 27, 2004 |
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