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♥ Tuesday, December 11, 2007
2:44 PM

yes. a new post. after i adamantly refused to blog.
but then again. i also refused to get facebook.
until bimin refused to send me our prom pictures.
oh well. i am decidedly stuffed now. in the nose that is. i've completely forgotten how painful falling ill is. now my head just hurts from blowing my nose too much and. i sound like a man. not sexy. but i suppose it's my fault. for staying out til 3 am and downing shaker fries with bim and elly. -hack-

so as i sit here on my couch in my painful stupor, trying to follow the latest CSI episode about some rich old lady dying in her apartment, i am typing this entry. life these days has (have? urgh. my grammar's hurting as much as my head) been a complete blur.

so we move from one blur to another.

i really need to get out of the house.
ben. do not act like a pig just flew past your window when you see my new post.