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[supercheesegirl]

Late last night, I wrote a poem. It goes like this:

Whoa.
Snow.

I'll type out the whole story tomorrow, but suffice it to say, now that I'm home I'm not going out again for quite a while.

Comments

[painkiller.livejournal.com]

*smootch*

[allthefishies.livejournal.com]

No game night, i figure. BUMMER, we'll definately reschedule. Tom's home next weekend, but I wouldn't mind company. Friday night, per Dylan's request? :-)

bummer... but snow is snow. dammit. :-)