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By Misti Date: 2002 Jun 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.08.11.59.22516]] |
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"god, I haven't even had my first cigarette yet" he's up, finally "weekends...I just love 'em" he loves 'em like he loves me I am impossible to love long-term. I am Tatum O'Neal without the blonde hair and Academy Award. I should know better than to sit in the sun in the high desert. "Nobody sunbathes anymore. This is the skin cancer capital of the world! Didn't you know that?" I don't know much. Not brain surgery. Not rocket science. Not ethics. Not morality. I am an e-mail idiot. I was so much more alluring from 1500 miles away. he is angry because I drank his Santa Fe Springs mountain spring water he is pissed because I tried to tie his left shoe he is overwhelmed with my misanthropic rants! my persecution complex whines! we would have been great Valentines in kindergarten with Snoopy and Woodstock saying it all for us. |