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David Usher - St. Lawrence River |
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After watching a succession of Sex and the City re-runs with Maddy I was inspired to attempt an update in the form of Carrie Bradshaw. Earlier, we were fucking around through e-mail, when, I turned a predicament into that of a sit-com, and from there, things bloomed to a passionate affair with writing and "Big," who, I hate to admit, I've lost out on becoming a constant folly, so much so, that seeing her updates make me cringe and say, "are you doing this to get to me?" With a repeat performance of, "because it's not working." Which leads to cynical laughter and talking to the mirror. I'll write here, away from prying eyes, because I can, and here, there's no risk of my words being interpreted as something they're not, and on that scheme of things, I'm way too much of a perfectionist to even attempt to sort out entries on GJ between those I like, those I'm not too keen on, and those I have no idea who they are.
Want more? Well, wait until I have more Denny icons.
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