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This past Sunday, Butter was shown about blogs by me. She doesn't have an internet connection. Butter was a homecoming queen in high school. People speak about her now in sentences with crack and aids. It just seemed like a kind thing to do. There is an element of cheap therapy in blogging. Whether it's reading other blogs and feeling a bit safer that someone that messed up lives so far away; or, writing out thoughts that would have been illegal physical manifestations had they not been blogged out of one's system.
Butter was just over here a minute ago and it seems that now here ex-boyfriend is out to get her and me. Kinda wish that news story about the two teenagers cutting that guy's head off didn't pass before my eyes this morning. Oh, no. Just remembering the part about the blowtorching. It was such a beautiful day outside today too. outside the sun is shinning, seems like heaven ain't far away
Butter just needs twenty bucks to take out a temporary protection order. Of course, it's ten pm and all the good clerks are at home or in some neato cybercafe blogging now.
Apollo needs a Wwii. Is that how it's spelled? They call it wee and for Christmas it will be key and king to many a young girl's and boy's jumping for joy.
All this blogger needs is for everyone to stay alive until tomorrow when everything can be solved. it's good to have you with us, even if it's just for the day