2001-05-24 :: 1:14 p.m.

There probably comes a time when you suddenly snap out of a fog and your innermost innards whisper to the curve of your brain: "you can stop looking now, he's here."

At least that's what I think it must be like, I don't know. I was woken up by this thought at 3:00 this morning.

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Can't wait to dangle my feet over the edge of a boat and float lazily along the Aegean Sea. Spot me, I'm the girl with huge-ass smile.

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