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The Journal of Shonda Chrissonberry 18 degrees
12/15/2004 03:20 a.m.
It is supposed to get really cold tonight.
Like 18 degrees cold.
That means I have to leave the water running so my pipes won't freeze.
Nothing worse than waking up and having frozen pipes.
Can't shower, brush your teeth, nothing.
Plus, it really sucks slipping yourself into a cold lonely bed with no one to keep you warm.
But I am used to sleeping that way.
And wakeing up that way.
And living that way.
Cold & Lonely.
Like 18 degrees.
I am currently Detached
I am listening to building 429 ~ above it all
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