christ666's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hadn't slept in 10 days, because, that would be too long Bear with me on the difference I see a voice, and now my eye to the chink, to spy and I can hear my Thisbe's face O grim look'd night, o night with hue black, o night whichever art when day is not, I fear my Thisbe's promise is forgot, but stay o spite, but mark poor night, what dreadful dole is here, o dainty duck o dear, my mantle good, what staind with blood? Approach ye furies feel Friends, gotta love friends. Gotta love watching Friends, with people. Nice people. Blue haired people. Well, not so blue now. Watching friends with not so blue haired people. Tonight, I had a fantastic time just being myself. And the neck kiss, priceless. Thank you Julia. Killing is wrong. And bad. There should be some kind of super word that can describe killing like, badwrong, or badong, yeah, killing is badong. And I will stand for the opposite of killing, genobad! Drive safe my little faeries! 10:11 p.m. - 2003-05-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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