My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room
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Monday, July 6, 2009, 10:29 PM
She's angry like a child, but how sweet.
So, i was on the phone with Mich, ears burning from the radiation and voice tired from all the talking, then my mom opens the door and chucks a heavenly box of Sarpino's pizza on my desk. Heaven with every bite. Don't ask me the relevance and or point of the following photo. I really don't know myself.

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Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt.
The World would be a much lesser place without corndogs and pizzas.
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