those who hear not the music, think the dancers mad.
its a cold and its a broken hallelujah...
Sunday, December 12, 2004
I am not getting paid enough.
I really
wanted
to
lock
the
door
,
sit
down in the
middle
of the
floor
and
bash
pomegranates
over my
head
, while
crying
like a
baby
.
Oh
Pita
Pit
, you are
taking years off of my
life
.
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