i have been gone so long i've forgotten who i am!
once a dedicated writer whose ideals and yankee candle fetish ran rampant throughout the blogosphere as i shot my gun, blazed my trail, spat out my bullets of wit and yet the laughter was quiet, muted, my reign not very rainy - bit more like drizzle, you see...
but i am not here to feed the masses, more the misses, more myself. i eat spicy popcorn and watch bad movies and wait with baited breath to see what will become of luke and lorelai.
and who would have ever thought that killing an arab would mean something so different?
don't cry for me, l'étranger. the truth is i never left you.
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