outer-jessie's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- knock some sense into that girl For some reason, my conversation with myself about the day of the week came out like this: It's not Tuesday; it's Wednesday, and when I think of you, I throw up, then your mother comes around the corner and she licks it up. I wonder if the kids in my neighborhood made up that last bit. Nah. 8:15 a.m. - 2002-02-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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