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Touch me where I pee.
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It's going to be 85 degrees today, I think I'll carry all my phones and files outside. That bastard plant is all over the place already, I got a bit of it on my arm. I hate using poisons, its always followed by a bout of guilt; especially since last year I was spraying some stuff and a baby bunny come hopping out of the stuff I was spraying. My reaction must have been something to see. Im sure my neighbors think Im loonie. Good.
The interned is getting boring, almost nothing amuses me any more, and only irritates me. Perhaps I’m a bitch.
I don’t get to sail this season, I probably wont be doing any charity work…idle hands are the devil’s play things...alas.
What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where we used to talk
How shall I fill the final places
How shall I complete the wall
pf
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