today i got this super cheesy e-mail from my mum.
one of those forward jobs, you know?
with fat, smiling angels playing the trumpet while flying over some poem, that was most likely the gayest thing i have ever read, while some kind of synthesizer played louie armstrong's its a wonderful world as the soundtrack.
not only that, but she also sent me an e-card which promised that it was actually a digital hug.
and now i am wondering what i could have possibly done that makes her hate me so.
6:05 p.m. - 2004-04-12
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