Dear flaming red blotch on my cheek,
I don't know why you've decided to blight my existence. However, please fuck off. The world has enough traffic lights without my cheek needing to pass for one.
Much loathing,
Me.
I don't know why you've decided to blight my existence. However, please fuck off. The world has enough traffic lights without my cheek needing to pass for one.
Much loathing,
Me.
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Date: 2005-04-12 08:47 pm (UTC)