Zero degrees cold, its getting old, even though it just started, damn im cold. Light a fire, ride the chrismas train, smels like cinnamon, o i could use a cinnabun. Well you see the snow, its slow in the winter when i grow. Time flowed not any more its cold.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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