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| Mar. 21, 2003
@ 7:00 pm |
| My sister the bomb girl |
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I am so very very sorry for not updating in a gazillion and one years. This diaryland "server" thing is really screwing me over, and although I *COULD* write my entries in a word processing whatchamacallit, I am far, FAR too lazy to go through the whole copy and paste fiasco. Because that's what it is. A FIASCO! My sister got stopped at airport customs yesterday because traces of nitroglycerine were found on her flute case. HA HA! That piece of information made me chuckle quite heartily for several minutes. From this moment on I shall forever refer to her as The Flute-Toting Terrorist. They made her give them our home address, so now it's quite possible that a bomb squad will show up at my house to make sure we're not making explosives. We're obviously NOT (duh) but that would certainly be a funny experience. Ha ha! Funny ain't it? |
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I think you lost some shyness, either that or I officially know
you too well. I guess it's a smokescreen effect huh....
I guess they call this the point of no return...?
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