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i'm random. and happy. and i gotta do work, so i'll be back later. and this whole entry was pointless.

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i have time to say one thing.

ow. my feet hurt. i hate heels.

i've moved on from wishing to prayer. if i can't get a miracle, i'll have to turn to science to make me a guy. and i doubt i'll do that. maybe i'll get a miracle.

uh... i need to write more.

morghan's dare of the week:
Write a fic, whenever you get the chance, that involves strip poker and girly panties. if it's slash, then you get two smiles. if it's soft-core porn, non-slashy... then you get a frown. you have no imagination. if it's weird, you get a grin.

alrighty then. i'll be on my merry way. have fun wherever you are and don't get into half as much troughble as i'd like to be in.

see you when i see you... which may just be august fifth, which is Senior Redhawk Day at Seneca, where i expect at least two of you to be.