Sleepy.
And disquieted. I went to visit Evan and he fussed at me for not getting my locks changed...I kinda knew I needed to do it, but now I have to. I only hope I see the person who did this...I might look purely sweet and innocent, but I got a lotta rage...especially when you f with things that are meaningful to me.
I'm just sayin' ;-)
Monday, December 08, 2008
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