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Sunday, February 11, 2007
older chests reveal themselves.
Conclusions:
1) I suck at poetry.
2) I find it thrilling when the teen heartthrobs I used to worship star in gay movies.
3) I really, really miss my little brother.
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Jen
I love Christmastime & performing plays all alone in my room, hate when the M*A*S*H theme song comes on (with those fucking choppers, no less), and am indifferent toward very little. Hello.
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