Sunday, January 16, 2011

It's like, you know you're not supposed to ask about it, but you still ask about it because you just want to know despite being hurt by the information you get by asking.
Yes, that's what happens to me sometimes. More than sometimes, actually. If there's even such thing....

Oh and look at this beauty:

They cost a bomb, but I would when I could.

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