I have heartburn. I hate this. I hate my stomach!
(And I guess what it all comes down to is: "I want to go home." I left my home that fateful wednesday in Spring, now seven years ago, and when I came back three days later it wasn't home anymore, and I still can't seem to find it again.
Why does it all keep coming back to that?)
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Actually Larry's shirt was the only thing I liked about the Superbowl performance. I thought everything else was crap: the fake bimbos *right* in front of the cameras, Bono's hoarse voice, songs that were too short, the corporate ass-kissing, etc...