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November 24, 2006


Friend Omega

i'm a little stung that my phone call did not make it into this blog entry.

i feel myself slipping down the pantheon.

Bloated Single Mother

(You prolly had it coming in some way, Omega. Not to worry. Ours is not to reason why, you know, ours is but to sit and wait. Or something.)

What, no pictures of the scarf? What the hell is up with that? Did you fling it insouciantly around your neck? I'm waiting!

Terrible Mother

Oh shit!

The phone call!

fuckity fuck. It was supposed to go in.


those photos are cute

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