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in my email all the time, randomly addressed to diaryland.com members. Anyone else suffering from this?
I'm about to kick it down with a potato y'all. And finally watch "Vertigo." Finish a cape, sew a skirt, slash it up with red paint, and deem it Hitchcockian as well. Then, and here's to everyone that's been waiting impatiently for more life plans to be spewed out of this mother, I'm off to fill out the FAFSA. So that I may...
attend Parsons School of Design for my final Fall semester. And graduate this motherfucker in December.