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I heard a sick sad voice.
Jul 5, 2006

it was an almost perfect day.

almost.

i was pretty high and all for the entire day. waving to everyone i know in a spastic manner when i see them or something. it's like i haven't been like that for a hell long time.

as i had mentioned earlier, it was an almost perfect day.

UNTIL YOU F-ING SCREWED UP MY MOOD.

i'm not going to type anything much here. or i'll probably get into more f- or something. but basically i had some sort of quarrel with someone.

my livejournal says it all.

7:06 PM