So now that I'm alone I think I've forgotten What it was She made me promise not to tell And now that I'm home I don't think I can remember Exactly What she asked me not to say

January 22, 2005

Oh, look. A new toy.

But first, I really gots to buy some smokes. I might be back, I might not. You never know how the trek to the corner store will go.

posted by Misanthrophile at 6:45 p.m.

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