The consequences of life: sort sort tei...

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Monday, March 28, 2005

sort sort tei...

J is probably driven sort sort tei (=crazy, fearing that u are too 'sort' to sort it out),
by those xyz essays....
telling herself not to work too hard
but just can't tolerate herself to write 16,000 words shit...

just let Oscar Wilde haunted on me
let me write essays in "Happy Prince",
or "A woman of no importance" style...