I am a homeowner. I only had to sign (in blood) both my first born child and my soul to get it. Needless to say, I am excited. And this weekend, I am moving.
I WAS A STRANGE CHILD there are no words to describe you. except maybe: strange. unique. different. what kind of child were you? (brought you by april)
Posted by artemis1979 at December 13, 2002 09:23 AM
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