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I spam your flists.
Sep. 29th, 2004 12:02 amWhoever sent me the yousendit.com files this afternoon, I love you. You have the best taste in music ever.
And I tried to come up with something else to say, so that this wasn't a completely pointless post, but I've got nothing. It was a boring day. Have an image in lieu of content:
In my morning class, I sat at the very end of the table, the farthest seat from the door. The professor was late, and I noticed that there was a shallow dent in the wall. It looked like someone had taken a hammer and slammed it, just once, at waist-level below a windowsill. The cracks in the paint formed nearly perfect circles, like ripples in a pond around a sinking pebble, and hidden underneath plain white, the old paint was a vivid seafoam green.
And I tried to come up with something else to say, so that this wasn't a completely pointless post, but I've got nothing. It was a boring day. Have an image in lieu of content:
In my morning class, I sat at the very end of the table, the farthest seat from the door. The professor was late, and I noticed that there was a shallow dent in the wall. It looked like someone had taken a hammer and slammed it, just once, at waist-level below a windowsill. The cracks in the paint formed nearly perfect circles, like ripples in a pond around a sinking pebble, and hidden underneath plain white, the old paint was a vivid seafoam green.
