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Memoirs of a Fillyjonk

Friday, January 12, 2007

Words

I love them, hate them, enjoy them, they drive me crazy. I have too many and yet never enough. I want to push as many into my head as I can. I have to fish for them but most of the time they all come bubbling out. I seem to have very little control.

I should.
Posted by Zoido at 11:14 AM

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Pish posh!

January 14, 2007 at 1:20 PM

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