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And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor— And this, and so much more?— (ts eliot)

Thursday, March 10, 2005


My room mate is the pinnacle of hotness Posted by Hello
First of all... I'd like to commend her on her choice of jacket. Pink. Leather. She looks like she could fit right in with Punky Brewster, dancing to "Like a Virgin," and sporting a fine set of lime-coloured legwarmers.
Second, the slighty-dopey looking smile. Dope-y. Yeah.
Third, the hands on hips hip-thrust. Can you spell seduction with six letters? I'll give you a hint... A-N-D-R-
I have one reservation, however. A disappointment, so to speak.Why no side pony-tail? Go big or go home, baby.

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