Dec. 02, 2003 - 4:02 p.m.
Stirfry and Wine.

Every relationship I enter into from now on is doomed before it even begins.

Do I have to be taken away from him before he realizes what he had?

Those fantasies of getting deathly ill and dying or being shot in a drive by or getting hit by a car in an accident. They come back on days like this one.

It's raining again. It's black outside. I need a stirfry and some wine.

old bitching - random - new bitching

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