A Black Feather, A poison pen...

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it would have to happen that the only weight i'm lacking would be figurative

Another New Year's Eve... blah.


Just sick enough this week to not really be able to go out and do anything particularly fun, so i will most likely stay home, get wasted and play Katamari Damashi while debating whether or not being hit by the potential rain of falling bullets fired into the air byu drunken assholes would be a bad thing.


As far as i'm concerned, i give up on whatever there was or wasn't between she and i, necause it appears that as far as she is concerned, it never really meant much or mattered as much to her anyway.


so "Yoi otoshi o"* to most of you out there...because at least somebody deserves to.

2:17 p.m. - 2004-12-30

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a jump to the left - a step to teh right