"A million bleeding hearts, composing prose in blood, to live and die a thousand times" --Sole
Monday, November 10, 2003
Let's hope this one doesn't come true....
Last night, I dreamt that I was cheating on Tim with my hairdresser, who was a forty-something year old man with a mullet who worked in a salon adjacent to a 99-cent store.
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