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The intermittent records of a slightly socially retarded, trigger happy, newbie registered nurse attempting to defy mediocrity.. and gravity, of course.

Monday, 21 January 2008

musing

And like I can't force the sun to rise
Or hasten summer's start
Neither should I rush my way into your heart

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1 Comments:

Aww, don't worry Sarah. I know how you feel, I mean hello, Beckham I'm waiting?

Ahaha :)

Let's wait together kay?

By princessjo, at 24 January 2008 at 5:52 pm