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Saturday, November 27, 2004
so you're going to drown me in sixteen inches of water?
yes.
-bridget jones' diary.
edge of reason.
finally caught it today
grabbed hold on my neighbour and we popped down to watch it
the show was okay, not bad
better than expected it to be though
later in a spur of the moment, celest and i decided to walk home
after walking a few bus stops later
it started to drizzle
what a way to dampan my sudden urge to exercise.
you see!
the heavenly beings are obviously against the idea of me and exercise.
can't say i didn't try... right?
imprinted at 1:18 AM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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