the line of empty redbulls... listening to little italy's crise du jour... marge's manwich arms... i'm getting a little misty eyed. that is, until gus snorts from over in sector 9.
most of you know me, so i'll keep it short. married to my mistah, home is dirty dot (aka dorchester), shiny new job in education abroad at HBS, recently finished grad student, beagle daddy and haven't knowingly eaten any animal bits since 1994.
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you've been waiting to say that to me for a long time, haven't you?
god i miss you.
the line of empty redbulls... listening to little italy's crise du jour... marge's manwich arms... i'm getting a little misty eyed. that is, until gus snorts from over in sector 9.
i feel the earth move
under my feet
shuddah shuddah...
alrighty- until the steel magnolias unite tomorrow...
biglove,
garold
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