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all dressed up with no place to go

apparently my radio station is just not reliable. ever. in it's life.

last time i listened for our county and could've sworn i heard it.
i was wrong.
you know, it's like being robbed when you think you've got two more hours to sleep than you really do. it hurts.
right here ::gestures to heart::

and this morning i could've sworn they skipped right over our county when, apparently, they didn't.

i even put my frickin contacts in.

i'm going to bed.

biznatches.


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FIN. 6:45 a.m., Friday, Feb. 28, 2003

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