Dragonflies. Friggin' dragonflies. Out of all the things in the world I could have chosen for my first journal, I choose freaking dragonflies.
I need a life.
They are rather pretty though--but they never land on your finger. Which sucks. They used to and then you'd just snap them up with your fingers.
Like butterflies.
Only my brother smushed that one.
There's probably a deep metaphor for that, but I'm too lazy to think of it.
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I Need a Life
Please see title. Sadly, it appears that Wal-Mart does, in fact, disapprove of selling souls, lives and other spiritual things. A tragedy, I'm sure.
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