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Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls
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It's good to see me, isn't it?
I don't think I have to motivation to do anything. The most productive thing I've done, other than be a bad-tempered, brain-dead wage slave, is shop rather compulsively. And while ruby slippers on sale may be very pretty, I've never been one of those girls who gets out of bed in the morning purely because of the existance of shoes. Still, for a meaningless consumer driven life it could be a lot worse. I could actually be reading Thomas More's Utopia for class tomorrow, the way I'm supposed to. Or tidy in preparation for watching newly bought dvds. Maybe get some much-needed sleep so I can make it to class in the morning. Possibly even get up off the couch, stop schlepping around the flat, and quit feeling sorry for myself. Maybe.______________________________we have come so far :: it is over
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Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower
Happy Families Welcome to Edinburgh Airport Welcome to Edinburgh Airport Snow, at last wishing only wounds the heart
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