A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sigh slumping into quiet oblivion. the new stuff at work finally coming through, but after being in a holding pattern for so long and being used to a certain degree of slack i'm already behind the eight-ball. Two major fuck-ups to my detriment already which is normally my quota for the year on average yeah, i suck lately 7:57 a.m. - 2003-07-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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