I remember my friend was reading playboy a couple years agoand he read to me this one paragraph:
"here I sit all broke hearted, come to shit but only farted."
I dunno...
guess it's stuck with me ever since.
I randomly think about it too.
Maybe I will always be farting, or maybe it just seems that way because I ...won't... come to shit? Well, either way... I stink.
In other news, Elijah's starting to walk. How the days go by.
I started a new diary after I stopped writing here for a time and well. It's worse because I can make it pretty but I'm far better at typing.. (anyone hiring?)
Okay well. TT
xoxo qui
10:34 p.m. - 2003-08-07
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