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1999-10-07 :: 11:26:40
Beer and cheek-to-cheek dancing and me and my ex do not mix. At all. You end up with a cloudy head swimming with warm fuzzy ideas that seem reasonable and sound at the time, and the warm body moving with you feels like holiest of all holies, I swear. Nice hole I've dug myself into. Nice little life I've carved out for myself. |