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[15 Jan 2008|01:42pm] |
Being without counterpart just leaves a massive susceptibility to falling in love with everything and everyone I see... it's awful. And awfully frustrating.

But um, who's interested in venturing to King Arthur's burial site this June? I hear Glastonbury's pretty awesome. (Sexy little tidbit: The first festival was held the day after Jimi Hendrix died, and tickets only cost two dollars (including free milk from the farm). The next year it was free.) (Iwannagosoooobad.)
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