Tuesday May 22, 2007

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According to my introduction sentence, I am a 100 year-old lost.

How true. How very true.

It may be permanent this time. My wonderful Antarctic hostess, Kay, shipped me off to Australia months ago. I have still not arrived. It is dark. It is cold. And I miss my mommy.

Send well wishes. I'm too young to die.
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kay:
Jesus. Where the fuck is he? I have looked again for the paperwork that I put on the damn box, and still cannot locate it. Shit.

~cheers
radenix:
see this is what I get for not being on here. My friends start getting lost in the mail.

I'll miss you Kyle. frown

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