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dotinthesky) wrote2005-01-06 03:30 pm
dotinthesky) wrote2005-01-06 03:30 pm
With Somebody Who Lurves Me!
January: Again, the devil taketh him up into an exceeding
high mountain, and sheweth him all the kingdoms of the
world, and the glory of them.
February: I'm sitting on the second floor of EasyInternetCafe, on Oxford Street.
March: It's been almost a week since I last updated, or read your journals.
April: Woman is born of woman.
May: The big dipper sure ain't big enough to hold all of your dang good stuff.
June: After updating yesterday, I went home and played five hours of The Sims.
July: What's the scariest novel or story you've read?
August: I went to a BBQ on Saturday.
September: I am still right here, where I've always been.
October: I love Sheri S. Tepper's novel Grass.
November: (How Common?)
December: There was once a princess who built a tower for herself.
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january : First of all, Happy New Year 2004 for all of you. (how original)
february : I'm making a filter here.
march : He took off. He took off and he was gone, that's all.
april : I should have seen it coming, according to my mood yesterday.
may : Stupid computer. It caught the W32 Sasser Worm.
june : Today Emeline and I went to see Vincent Gallo's The Brown Bunny.
july : I sent a message to Guillaume asking him whether I could see him tomorrow or during the week end.
august : 'I have tremendous fun. But I know fun and profound happiness are probably two different things.
september : Emeline called : the university delivered her, as well as Dorothée and a couple of other people, her first cycle diploma of law.
october : Day 16 of The Plan : I-have-to-leave-this-country-otherwise-I'm-putting-a-gun-to-my-head-and-painting-the-walls-with-my-brain
november :
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MISS FRUITCAKE, ashan !! -- a private post is expecting you.
december : I ran till my muscles burnt and my veins pumped battery acid .... then i ran some more
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