Never mind. I left it on the counter at a gas station. They had it in the safe.
Now I have to wait a week or so for all my replacement cards. That's annoying.
Poem: Far Gone
2 days ago
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Crap. Crapcrapcrap. (Updated)
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damn. i hate to hear that. and though it sounds cheesy, when stuff like this happens to me, it always ends up being a sign that i'm living the wrong way. but there are so many possibilities to choose from!!
Yeah, but what about the cool profs who are, like, totally young? The ones who are like your *twin* sister, not your big sister? ;)
Good sangria!
PS--that was supposed to go in the comment box above. Sheesh. I've spent too much time in the sandbox today.
You are, like, totally young, Mary, and not big sisterish at all!
I'm glad you liked the sangria. And thanks for helping me out last night!
glad to hear your found your stuff.
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