I'm sitting here out on my balcony, on wireless, overlooking Green St. and the University of Illinois bathed in the city light, on this beautiful cool and breezy night. And what goes through my mind?
A cutdown for Margaret.
"Ooguay is pooguay!"
My mind is random little fella.
Word.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005 by Jon
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