12.11.02 :: 10:44 am

My Boy. He is a very formidable DJ.

We danced till 2. OK, mostly, I just sat and watched him spin, bobbing my head, until 2. He's gotten pretty good.

Today I am feeling the telltale cramping of a uterus about to shed. This will not be good news for anyone that aggravates me within the next twelve hours.

Also. This has gotten to me today. I'm really sad and I don't care to explain. I'm going to listen to "Jenny Ondioline" and be upset.

Farewell, miss.

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