311am. i'm supposedpto beldoing a-thousand-and-onesother stuff (including sleeping) but i'm online blogging. what the heck. was watching some mandy moore movie (not among the thousand-and-one things i'm supposed to do), is it 'a walk to remember'? the one where she gets leaukemia. and is very christian i realised. interesting indeed. then i had a sudden urge to listen to jars of clay. oddly enough my room has no jars of clay cd. sixpencenonethericher should do the job too. but then again, HEY! my room has no six pence none the richer cd.
dont
LOVEneverfails.



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this is a sad post. masked under nonsensical superficial nothingness. so.
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.