Gail (gailmarie) wrote,

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Our love was comfortable and so broken in...

Gail: *swears she isn't listening to this song on repeat*
Gail: . . .
Gail: *lies*
Gail: ...okay. So maybe. Just once.
Gail: *cough*
Gail: . . .
Gail: FINE! Twice!!


So. I finished my English essay. One full page, single spaced. It's about my room. Biggest pile of unpolished shit ever. But that's what Weatherby wants...

And I don't know what I'll do now. Maybe read?

Hmmm...Blonde or Ishmael?

Or just hang around online? Whatever.

Words can't describe my love for this song. Truly.

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