I have this book of matches from Ralphs which I am using to light my cigarettes, because I don't know where I put my lighter. Every time I light one, the end flies off, aflame, and tries to set me and/or my apartment on fire.
I think I ought to either stop smoking or find the Zippo.
Saturday, October 26, 2002
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annika [at] noirbettie.com
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