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by vakkergotisk
well, that was a productive journal wasn't it? kind of like this one. i really don't have anything to say. tell me something. tell me anything. anything you want. something funny something sad something embarrassing something intelligent whatever you want. give me something to do.
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A grand revolution shall commence.

An embarrassing moment from my childhood: I remember walking along a catwalk type thing in a butterfly costume. It was to do with easter, and parades and things. Anyway, I sincerely remember getting off at the end rather than going back.

Oh how ashamed I was.
i remember one time when i was around 12 - i tried to impress this girl by doing a wheelie on my bike with no hands - and running right into a parked car...which ended up with me breaking my arm and being called "super dave" for months. i also remember once getting glued to a table...but thats a whole other tale.

smile.
theres something to do.
Hey, I understand that this isn't really talking but if you ever want to talk about something I might be able to help. But oh well...

anyway I am in love so that might cheer you up and it might not but I told you anyway so... there
O_o
im sorry all i can think of is that plastic spoons are edible