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2005-07-09 - 1:22 a.m.

without words

happy or unhappy according to your guitar chords. when we spent the night, when we met steph for the first time, it was only because of the bed bugs.
because it makes sense for us to live in this small apartment and have "hot and cold running roaches"...okay so we don't have any bugs yet, but i hear they are coming.
my french teacher in high school ended up with cancer. i never knew what that really meant until now. madame lide-that was her name. i know now that cancer kills people. i never believed it before. i am guilty because i never believed them. the commercials where people crossed out their cancer so easily. that is what i believed in. when i saw uncle phil in his coffin i was genuinely shocked. i thought you would live.

baah