| "i was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
my timid young fingers held a decent animal" |
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| as i write this paper all i find myself wanting to do is practice, which scares me to a great degree |
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| i'm so tired of sucky performances from which i gain nothing but frustration and confusion |
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| this doohickey is 5 years old. where does the time go. to celebrate, i reminisced over some old entries, but had to stop.
tomorrow is my first day on the job at Outback daycare.
um
i should sleep |
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| sometimes i just feel like really lame..
i have 11 minutes left of battery on my computer with the charger lying on the floor right next to me. mentally i am too tired to even consider staying on the computer any longer than that, so i'm denying the charger and going to bed.
i just miss xanga that's all
don't stop believing...ahahahflaf.
k night |
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