tooty fruity, for lack of a better title
My blog has gotten very vague and angsty. I'm sorry.
One last emotional statement:
When I hear Harry say "I love you, V" so tenderly and so sincerely it's so overbearingly sweet and wonderful that I don't even know what to say. When everything's at its best I'm so happy I want to cry. There's no better feeling in the world.
My weekend:
One last emotional statement:
When I hear Harry say "I love you, V" so tenderly and so sincerely it's so overbearingly sweet and wonderful that I don't even know what to say. When everything's at its best I'm so happy I want to cry. There's no better feeling in the world.
My weekend:
3 New Ideas
New Ideas:-
Sophie thinks...
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- 10:35 AM
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Harris Wolf thinks...
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- 12:23 PM
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Harris Wolf thinks...
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- 2:27 AM
Veronica, I have a confession to make. I found your photobucket, looked at all the pictures, and here is the verdict :you and all your friends are gorgeous and awesome and I kind of hate you for being so damn cool, but I also want to come live with you. See, I have this friend who is this incredibly complex, intellectual, self-depricating, magnetic, wildly popular person that rarely occurs in the suburbs, and I really kind of hate him for all that. I imagine I would hate you and your friends as well, in a really strangely loving way. Does this make any sense?
Don't take this the wrong way, I totally think that we should be friends.
*grin* I don't think veronica is the sort of girl to fill people with hate.
Exasperation maybe?
heh.
my mind, body, and soul are filled with thoughts of you as my weary hands spread paint on plaster at 5:27 in the morning.
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