Sometimes he rants, sometimes he smiles. Sometimes he jokes, sometimes he sighs. Sometimes he's happy, sometimes he's sad. Sometimes he's good, sometimes he's bad. Sometimes he's there, sometimes he's gone. Sometimes he stalls, sometimes he's done. But whatever Marcelle says, whatever he'd do, you can be sure, it's true! It's true!
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
I've typed out my entries, and I would post them hopefully before today is over. In spite of that, the past day was, without a doubt, simply a depressing one... I can't believe how bad that one was...
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