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non-birthday. | |
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i'm a pint down but at least i have a sticker. | |
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what i did instead of partying like the proverbial animal. | |
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here we go again. | |
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i never did like pancakes. | |
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my bed is hijacked by vicki and an unnamed cheerleader. vicious spooning ensues. | |
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different view. deceptively pretty. | |
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daylight robbery. | |
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this makes me irrationally excited. | |
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hide. | |
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this is about as messy as i get. | |
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so this is what it comes down to. | |
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dentists are an expensive form of torture. | |
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going home. | |
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the most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them. | |
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unlucky for some. | |
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happy birthday. | |
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weigh-day. m'aidez. | |
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...i don't know. | |
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cautious optimism. | |
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fuck february. | |
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essay time. | |
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when i get low, i get introspective. | |
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these days are a blur. | |
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i have a problem. | |
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what passes for a blizzard. | |
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it stuck. | |
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sundays always feel like a non-day. | |
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these are a few of my favourite things. | |
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♥ | |
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merry, merry, take a cherry. | |
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market day. | |
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ow. | |
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red, violent red. | |
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spice power. | |
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sulking solves nothing. | |
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dollhouse. | |
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nom nom nom. | |
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slumdog millionaire. again. | |
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snow day. | |
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slow news day. | |
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snoozeville. | |
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slow, slow. | |
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painting it red. | |
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think happy thoughts. | |
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it finally stopped raining. | |
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tuesday is a long day. | |
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haze. | |
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the bow means it's a girl. | |
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feels strangely like going home. | |
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