the flee market at fairfax high, a stroll on the melrose avenue and the ethiopian dinner followed by a very late nite coffee were the string of funs one after another.
now that jen's gone, the pain of losing spork stings me sharp.
i'm going to work hard to forget about the sores and emptiness..
i was still having some red fantasies about jason last nite.
no more fling fantasies that'll end in blue frustrations..
it was some kind of a relief to hear about the troubling marriage of a stunning beauty.
at least my marriage to nursing is solid!
:)
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