Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

"Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold
Put on your stockins baby, `cause the nights getting cold"

I finished packing. Finally.
I almost like not having a phone. It can be relieving that no one can get ahold of me.

Oh, and you're a dime a dozen.
and apparently so am I.

I'm so terribly good at lurking, and probably shouldn't do it anymore.. considering what i'm looking for isn't gunna help.

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