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Woah, hi there, um, so, its been a year. I have a brand-spanking fresh new blog over HERE. Please go there and subscribe. And things and I promise it will be better than ever. We were children in the mid-nineties. I turn 20 next week. noooo I refuse to believe it. The concept of no longer being a teenager, but instead having to accept responsibility for myself as an adult, is a mental one. This is the fourth t.
Welcome to the loony world of the Goddess. Friday, August 07, 2015. So how about it? At Friday, August 07, 2015.
Tales, Times, Life, WOMEN, Letters, Opinions, Sex, Rants, Relations, Dreams, Reminisces, Future. Just A Hand Scribbling On The Wall Of My Subconscious. Saturday, August 22, 2009. My best female friend, BFF. Despite all the cynicism with which I regard the institution, I still realize that marriage is indeed good. I should be happy for my friend.
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If I had known, I would have spent my past in a constant state of waiting. Deep versed in books and shallow in himself,. Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys. And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge,. As children gathering pebbles on the shore.