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Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls
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Inkstained fingers and a migraine
My fingers are inkstained, my head hurts. I've been up since 9am, and spent most of the morning shopping. No-one in my study group had done the reading, so we disbanded after admiring my truly sexy boots. I faked having barely started my essay, when in fact I'm roughly halfway through. I'm trying not to develop feelings for people (except Susan Sarandon with whom I appear to have become unhealthily obsessed). And I'm sleepy. But I still wanted to update, to remind myself that I am still, first and formost, a Diaryland whore. Even though LiveJorunal seduces me more often than it should.______________________________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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