Friday Jun 11, 2004

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having a margarita in the house where a little girl was brutally murdered, with the mother of the killer, is probably the creepiest thing i've done this week.

how am i supposed to get over my ex when i'm subjected to listening to songs with lyrics like "just when i think i'm over her, my broken heart will mend", or "there's just no getting over you."
the fortune cookie that told me "someone you care about seeks reconciliation", didn't help matters. no at all.

beer is good. it soothes the soul. i wish i had more of the beer in the green bottles frown i have plenty of the beer in the brown bottles

i'm guessing i'll get a whopping two comments for this journal.
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shoegal:
Ohhh...a 3rd comment. to comment on what you had commented on. There is no "hood" in Tallahassee. There is Frenchtown...but it's not...well...it's not like the "hood" in jacksonville...so it would do no good to leave Julie there. Tsk. I will never be rid of her, she is here to stay, at least until December, anyway.
shoegal:
4th...beer is still here...of course...I haven't had a one. But those roommates. Damn.
I care about good chinese food. you should find a good place, you.

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