It's the curse of our day. Which is pretty fortuitous - back in our parents' day, the curse involved a witch, three apples, and horrible boils on your insides. So, stop your complaining and move off of Friendster already.
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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Totally not me. Ever. Every night. Crap.
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