Sunday, September 07, 2003

Leave it to my mom to throw a family/friend fish fry on the day I come down with a fatal illness.
And, yes, of course, a guy my age is going to be there- not that I talk to him or even like him, but still, its like "Stef, why dont you just die in the desert as a hermit where no one can see you."
Which is how I feel.

~arrg, matey

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