We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
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stocking up on shampoos. :) loves the smells although my crap-like hair should really be treated with better quality shampoo.
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