This year I can't make any mistakes. No slip-ups. No impulsive bed-jumpings. No bouts of self-pity and pseudo-loneliness. This year I've got everything to lose.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
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where myopic navel-gazing never ends
This year I can't make any mistakes. No slip-ups. No impulsive bed-jumpings. No bouts of self-pity and pseudo-loneliness. This year I've got everything to lose.
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