Tuesday, October 17, 2006
So I spend my first conscious hour of the day in the shower trying to wash the smell of boy sweat off my skin. Because, regardless of your possession of deodorant, you never seem to want to use it. And if I'm a little harsh today, does it really matter, if i just call it my independent change of apathy towards you and me. Because if change is really as necessary as everyone in the hallmark business says it is, how come the only thing you ever changed into was a jack ass.
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