My beautiful disasterpiece

:: My beautiful disasterpiece ::
Christmas newsletter anyone?

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...blow me a kiss, I'll be happy the rest of my life...


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:: Neno
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:: Stina
:: Yellow
:: Zippy

...falling down the stairs on purpose...
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:: Monday, March 06, 2006 ::

"She made herself a bed of nails, and she's planning on putting it to use..." (Ben Harper)

During the day, my mind usually flits around from one unimportant thing to another. I guess that’s why my dreams always seem so important, filled with old friends and old problems and old versions of me.

How does one become a morning person?
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:: Bethany Bassett - 11:36 AM :: + ::