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02 September 2008
a last remnant from my trip home
woodstar cafe, northampton
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today through my google reader i came across this ...
go away ike, tina ain't here
it's over
third time's the charm
yes mom, i survived
a last remnant from my trip home
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I'm always cold.. hence the title. Approximately 60% of what I write here is sarcasm, and the other 40% is hyperbole. But sometimes they overlap. I can draw you a Venn diagram if you'd like.
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