Friday, Sept. 23, 2005 - 12:01 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Just looked at onewetleg's new boots, and yeah thinking of San Fran and thriftshopping etc.
And makes me miss ob. Geeking out. Going to Coma, the cemetaries, walking along looking at their fancy flower displays and trying not to get run over on the road with construction, or fall into the ditch.
Why do people I love have to be such fuckedupedness??
Years later it still makes me so sad.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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