huh. i'm getting used to this feeling. you know the one where you don't feel anything. i've been temporarily put in a coma, please call back later. k thanks bye.
for some reason, sitting there doing nothing always reminds me of poached eggs. probably cause they sit there and do nothing. except quiver sometimes if you bump them. i don't want to be a poached egg. i don't particularly like poached eggs.
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Hey Abby, I don't like poached eggs either.
Anyhow, don't think I'm mad at you. You always make me feel loved. I don't know why I'd be mad at you. We're cool.
Thanks for telling me about your blog.=)
frances.
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