Pretty StrangeIn other news, summer's drawing to a close... on the one hand, no more seed ticks and chiggers, but on the other hand... hot damn, I'm going to miss my jobs! They were awesome. (Okay, not really jobs... I was an unpaid field tech volunteer person. I did it for the experience, and next year I'm going to try and get an internship.)
And yes. I'm posting this as a journal because I'm tired of looking at my old one. That is all.
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"I shall call him Squishie and he shall be mine and he shall be my Squishie."
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There is a poem on the temple.
Called Loss. It only has three words.
But the poet has scratched them out.
You cannot read loss.
Only feel it.
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The lovely Halloween avi is by blue-fox-trot. ^^
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There is a poem on the temple.
Called Loss. It only has three words.
But the poet has scratched them out.
You cannot read loss.
Only feel it.
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The lovely Halloween avi is by blue-fox-trot. ^^
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*Very cool pantie wash avatar by oxo!*
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Don't put your faith in walls, because walls will crush you when they fall.
ICON OF AWESOMENESS BY LYNN
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