Thursday, December 5, 2002

frenching ronald regan

It was all a lie, a big lie, or I have changed my mind or something like that. But, I collected money with Beki for her wall, went to his door, heard his voice, saw his face, and the crush is so back on, so right on. And I have a paper due tomorrow on Durkheim, whom I have never read and I need to do it, to start reading and to quit daydreaming, to quit hoping that this boy will be at Beki's wall, that maybe he will be near Ronald Regean, near some missletoe.

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