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fall time beeatch
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It's Thursday. I'ts 2:30 and I'm ready for Thanksgiving. Something about the crispness of the air (as crisp as it gets after three days of rain in L.A.) signals some kind of nesting bullshit in me to make pie and want tryptophan-laden fowl. Whatever. I'm ready for the weekend to come so I can spend more and more and more time studying. I'm just about ready to have some time to knit and sit around and be lazy. Found that that I get a week off during Christmas/New Years, which was so awesome last year. I guess I have nothing to say. My HS reunion is in a year. Arg.
anterior - despues
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10-21-04 - 2:31 p.m.
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