they call it, phronemophobia;
but they've dialed the wrong number.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Friday night I'll raise my glass and say "Tomorrow, things will change. I can't afford to wait!" But by Monday morning, my uncle knows how the story goes and the ending's the same as the start.
"Jingle Jangle." Hot Hot Heat.
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