I smell like Christmas.
Ever feel like you've been sprayed in the face with hot wax?
'Cause I felt like that even before it happened.
posted by Nora @ Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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this is for me. if you are reading this and it doesn't make sense, pretend you are me and that might help.
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007
'Cause I felt like that even before it happened.