bistromath's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- yup. I said fuck you too Well. Fuck you too. Time passes and everybody grows up, or gets on, or survives, or not. Change is a thing that begins to look like inconvenience, or impossibility, and you talk more about the old days then your day. You don't tango as much as wonder how everything got so tangled. You find it harder and harder to give two shits about things said, or done, you worry more about making it through without embarassing yourself than excelling. You enjoy barbeque. Happy thursday faithful few. 1:48 p.m. - 06.05.2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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