Where ever you are....
Rosanna was my best friend in the first grade, and our friendship was cemented when we learned our birthdays were only two days apart. Years later I found Rosanna at the local JC and you know what? I may have been bitter, and slightly baked, but Rosanna was still a neat person that I could have hung with (had I not been completely wrapped up in my loser stoner boyfriend). I think of her every year.
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Everyone send fabulous recovery vibes to Chuck, who's having her lady parts *ahem* reworked. See, now it sounds like she's having plastic surgery, instead of having them rip it all out. sigh. I have no tact, but I'm thinkin' of ya, Chuck.
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