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16 March 2008 11:34 PM
That occasional freak ambition gibberish

I'm waiting for sleep to come and for me to fall asleep on my laptop, because that's the usual sign I need to tuck myself to bed. Right now it seems pretty far-fetched, and since I have nothing to inspire me to do a good report draft, I'm just going to sit here and dream of my next boyfriend until I comatose on my darling laptop.
The potential future boyfriend.


What a waste, really.

And please, no one get any ideas.


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