Everything that goes in, stays. Or so we think. And then, this is me: Just too much, and just too little.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
(original post has been censored)
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Went through and still going through some emotional upheaval crap. I read and re-read that post and felt that i couldn't keep it posted up.
Something that amused me yesterday, an SMS conversation:
Jo: (not the exact message i sent)
YARK! There's this UNCLE UNCLE NEXT TO ME (on the bus) WHO IS LITERALLY USING 2 TEN CENT COINS TO PULL CHIN HAIRS! Very tempted to take a photo... I'm never going to think of or look at coins the same way ever again anymore.
Sister:
Er. You never see before meh? After they are done, they'll store the 10 cent coin in their ear. Seriously.
Oh. My. Goodness.
Imagine the possibility of what might happen if that uncle meets a student with a donation tin can...
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