These crazy late night conversations, messing me up and cofusing me.
But He still wants me. That's what maters.
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- Anastasia
- I am a new person every second. I am not the same as I was a second ago. I can change whenever I want.
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- Maybe Math Won't Suck After All.
- Today's Word of the Day
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- All the Warmth and Softness of an Alpaca With None...
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- Maybe There's a Little Insight in Here.
- I'm Published(?)
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- I Thought You Must Be, But You Weren't Awake.
- Wft?
- Heaven is A Place Where All Your Dreams Come True....
- Heaven is A Place Where All Your Dreams Come True....
- Christ. It's just scrabble.
- "What Kind of a Fuck Invented Unwaxed Floss?"
- She is back from the dead (er, Philadelphia)
- Soon, There Will be Scrabble.
- Things I Don't Want To Make A List About:
- Before Things Were Put On Hold...
- Look! I'm Blinking With Fists!
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2 comments:
Dear Anastasia,
Thank you for thinking of me. Your note warmed up my heart a little bit. I am actually officially back in the state, but not so much in the mind. But next time please come by with salutations, it would be wonderful.
For now its friday and saterday nights. but when footy ball is going on sunday afternoons as well.
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