2001-08-24 - 11:06 p.m.
happy birthday, self. you get to work. and you get to work over. you get hurt-like-a-banshee feet and a headache. but tomorrow will be different. tomorrow will be better.
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dear jaeryee.
jaeryee = love. as soon as i can get on IM, i will be waiting to be IMed by you for i need to know the secret to the mighty comment box. or else i'll never be able to sleep again.
i am a lover of loving love.
erin
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only 18 hours away from him. just 18. then i can stop waiting again.
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| ||tylenol, please||