>except for me, my fingers were crossed *no contact* Hey, it's your reality. I'm not judgin, but why cut yourself? Wherever you go, there you are. We are all reflections of your Beautiful mind, oh Okayplayer Do whatever you want with whoever you want. You can at least count on the fact that Okayplayers in general don't appear to be snitches. (SEE SCENT OF A WOMAN, the Pacino movie)
you don't need to know my sig, because you know my steez. I have left okayplayer andand and andyou don't need to know.myspace.com/raspberry