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| say it isnt so |
| 02.29.04 (6:09 am) [edit] |
well what can i say, seriously. (punch me someone)
all the suspense and anxiety.
frayed nerves and overwrought expressions.
it somehow developed and aggravated independently.
at the stroke of 1430, 27th friday, the immense lapsed paranoia finally kicked in; more than palpably so, and di and i, we fell into each others arms, soothing and managing a hushed congratulatory note for each other.
anyhow, all the nittygrittyitsybitsyteeny weeny details may be ignored, really.
whats more endearing is the time we spent after that.
play, in all aspects and degrees.
it was helluva fun time and there was much to partake of. she updated me, i listened. (notice she alone has sufficient spice to last the entire afternoon and night)
we ate, laughed, talked. and
i seriously (forgive this more-than-overused term) miss that girl.
ahh.
ps. i thought i was slain. till i took the courage to blog again. all u sinners who chided me for not updatin, take a look at me now.
its just an empty space. ;)
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