Dear Time,
You are a fickle, flighty bastard. Why is it that I never have enough of you to do all the things I love, but when I'm stuck doing something tedious, you won't leave me alone.
Make up your frigging mind!
Frustratedly yours,
Ella Mayo
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
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