A decade ago, I never thought I would be at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Woe-is-me.
I'm scared of lighting matches. The sound of the ignited match, the flame's sudden growth and its close proximity to my fingers all scare me. The flame always seems to devour the match so quickly.
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haha watta grace =)
i was thinking about you. i missed you sunday. i miss you period. i hope you're having a fantastic week. :D
One of my favorite scenes in Lawrence of Arabia (which I had to watch twice because I fell asleep -- both times) is at the beginning (before I fell asleep), when he puts out the match with his fingers and everything goes black. Then there's a red sun rising.
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