Wednesday, 20 June 2007
I wish there was a critical mass of people who were already in the zone and I could just model my attitude on theirs. I wish I could be carried there. I wish that Rebecca wasn’t ignoring me as if I had the plague since our conversation yesterday. Oh fuck, I need a cigarette, and I need to write! I miss you, my shiny French friends, I have never felt alone in your presence.
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Oi, achei teu blog pelo google tá bem interessante gostei desse post. Quando der dá uma passada pelo meu blog, é sobre camisetas personalizadas, mostra passo a passo como criar uma camiseta personalizada bem maneira. Até mais.
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