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July 14, 2009

too depressed for words...

that i am not drinking absinthe and falling into the seine in celebration on bastille day, but rather, cleaning up mouse poop and eating peanut butter for dinner.

i'll get you next year paris.

i guess things could be worse?

Posted by starsquigglystar at 11:09 PM

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