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Angel's Breath.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
4:18 PM

Or more likely, Angel's saliva slash slobber. My shift and space keys are pretty sticky. Grr. Anyway, I'm making this post because I have nothing better to do. I just remembered how I was laughing at myself last night for running away from those people handing out free samples at the caf. They remind me of those people in malls handing out forms for credit card and stuff, and I'm not that comfortable with them. Haha. My days are quieter, at least I'm trying to keep them like this. But it doesn't mean they're actually better. I'm trying to find stuff to do to fill my time, but I'm getting lazy. : HAYY. Things are one heck of a mess right now.


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