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Saturday, July 11, 2009

currently position: in my room
playing: angel by sarah mclachlan, thunder rumbling in the distance
mood: sedated

such a sloooow evening...
i wanna cuddle up with someone and sleep...
someone, anyone, doesnt matter...
as long as $he's warm...

late for work today...
like since when am i not late for openings?
doesnt matter...
it was raining in the morning too...
sloooow day...

stupid mak teri...
don't make me declare war with you like i did dan...
i just dont understand why all these ex east point people have to be like this...
christ aint like this...
i dare you to throw my slippers away...
see what i'd do to you...

anyway,
i dont wanna think anymore...
last 3 months in starbucks,
lets make it memorable...

~ { Saturday, July 11, 2009 }
reflections of you and me;