| It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning— yep, I have a Great Gatsby essay to write. So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. ---
so, life is back to monotone since school has started. well, I guess I`m looking foward to my bday. yeah, whatevs. |
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| new lyt. nice, nice.
b u i s 
that pretty much describes my summer. ♥
--- anyhoo, i`m so not looking foward to school. hmm.
someone save me. -jen |
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| hello. we`ve got the whole summer ahead of us to;
PARTY UP THE HAMPTONS s'il vous plaît,  
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edit; new lyt please join;
http://groups.xanga.com/groups/group.aspx?id=1083396 ------------ Meredith: Okay before you start, there are rules to this friendship thing or whatever.
Mark: The dirty mistresses club has rules? Gosh, you'd think a bunch of dirty mistresses would be a little less uptight about things like rules.
Meredith: Number one, no flirting. Second, no talking about Derek. And C, no giving me the face.
Mark: The face?
Meredith: The McSteamy face. It doesn't work on me. I'm immune.
Mark: You know if I'd gone off to the woods I would have invited you to keep me warm.
Meredith: Breaking rules one, two, and three.
----- Derek: Hi, I'm Derek Shepherd.
Meredith: What are you doing?
Derek: We met at this bar, you remember? We met and we, well you said I'm just a girl. I said I'm just a guy, and we started this thing. We started this thing. You didn't know anything about me. The good, the bad, the wife. You didn't even know my name. You didn't know me. I want you to know me. I want to start over from the beginning. So, hi. Derek Shepherd.
 
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