Tired. Spacy. Not Really Alive. Except It All Hurts.
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what type of internet face are you?
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So I'm a tad... odd. *grins* 's all good.
Tonight is Game Night, I'm going to try to at least say hello to people. Grr! $10? Ack... *amused*
Oh, and I'm also going to be downstairs and VERY busy at 11:00 pm my time. If you call during this time, or just before, I WILL hang up on you, even if you're Caleb or Spikeboy or Grr. *shrugs*
Don't tell me that you love me
Don't take me to that show
Don't tell me you're the chosen one
'Cause I don't want to know
You say you didn't do it
Doesn't matter anyway
I saw you in the crowd that night
On Independance Day...
Daniel Keys Moran, PLEASE write more...
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