Showing posts with label sulking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sulking. Show all posts
July 28, 2007
Of no Significance
Here I proclaim to The Wombats: change your schedule in Los Angeles. What's the use of pleading when I neglect to look at plans ahead of time. The horrible, wretched, immoral, unnecessary irony of it all. The speculation and absence of the problem.
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