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I'm in the mood for a fantastic storm, like the one from the end of the summerin the space of five minutes the sky went from calm to absolutely black and the light went green and yellow; for a few hours it was like living under a bruise.

The song #1 Crush by Garbage still makes me feel like my chest is going to collapse onto my heart. Felt like crying, but just a little bit. Picking splinters of bone out from faulty organs is a waste of time.

I really had fun last night. I'm very grateful, the night had the potential to be absolutely miserable. We waltzed through the ballrooms of mars!! Thanky Iggy
I had a great time hanging out with you!

I have a weird cut on my face and I lost my cell phone. Joy!!