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Wednesday, May 03, 2006 

*Grunt*

This is not me. But this is mine.


It is by the goodness of God that in our country we have those three unspeakably precious things: freedom of speech, freedom of conscience, and the prudence never to practice either of them. - Mark Twain


This is candy. Donut. Paper roses on a silver tray. And I am now robed in another's clothes.

Nobody is perfect. I am nobody. Therefore, I am perfect.

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Who's There?

  • Look! It's Aquabitch
  • imjustafigmentofurimagination
  • I'm your difficult, miserable, pain-in-the-ass, obnoxious, arrogant, stupid, cold, selfish, snobbish, tactless kind of angel. I eat everything a civilized person would, actually eat a lot of it. I hate cockroaches, lizards, rats (or mouse), smart-ass people, and any jingle composed by Lito Camo. A daughter, mother, sister and friend to people who wish I wasn't. Likes to read, loves to travel, can't live without TV, and a complete sucker for Diablo. Probably undergoing quarter-life crisis, and is at wit's end at pulling everything together.
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