Saturday, March 24, 2007

Fog in every direction and all the way

The wind and sun might blow and burn away the fog. What I really mean to say is I cannot believe she sleeps with him instead of me. Either she has no taste, or she is afraid of me. I feel sorry for her. Oh well, the fog is clearing.

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