Five Minutes
Mar. 12th, 2004 02:05 amI thought I was going to manage to be calm and rational about this. For a time, I was simply so sick that I could not stand, and then it passed. I want to respond, and I cannot, because I know she will never see my response.
I want to scream, I want to cry...
I want five minutes with that thing and one of my cards.
Edit: I take that back. -Manuel-. Five minutes. This card.

I want to scream, I want to cry...
I want five minutes with that thing and one of my cards.
Edit: I take that back. -Manuel-. Five minutes. This card.

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Date: 2004-03-11 11:59 pm (UTC)plot horrible deaths for that cunttalk. If not, I'll try and catch you on the trip over to Londonbefore they lock me up and I never see you lot again....
Date: 2004-03-12 12:04 am (UTC)including Manuelthat he is not letting me go anywhere alone, so we will have to talk on the plane.Re: ...
Date: 2004-03-12 12:07 am (UTC)