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Wednesday, September 12, 2007 12:24 PM

good morning!
i know its 12.30.

yes.
just woke up.
gonna make pancakes!
but i dont have maple syrup, which is good.
because its fattening.
so, i'm just gonna eat it with butter.
which isnt sugar, so its not THAT fattening.
i dont want cavaties.
i feel so stressed about everything.
i dont know what, or why.

nicole, i just cant talk to her.
not anymore.
its like, past that time where we still could talk.
and i feel so...sad.
because before, we could talk.
about anything.
...

oasis
'stop the clocks and turn the world around. let your love lay me down. and when the night is over, there'll be no sound. lock the box and leave it all behind. on the backseat of my mind. and when the night is over, where will i rise?'

riot.
audrey
stephanie
crystal
laura
nicole
erin
mable

boxcar racer.
credits.
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