Occasionally, my mind tells me to drive on the wrong side of the road. I believe that part of me, the part of my mind that possesses a dark, evil quagmire of calamities, that part is afraid of the part of me that came up with this:
Actually, this is the spawn of the collective minds of myself and my youngest. That part of my mind is afraid of her, too.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
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