sweet as a eucalyptus, terrible as a tempest
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i am
so
very expensive.
note to careless self:
never ever. ever!!!!!. sign a restaurant guest book again.
i don't understand how some people, who value their privacy so much, can be so careless as to leave their cellphone numbers on guest books of cafes and restaurants.
some people maybe thought the guest books are for the eyes of the owners only. so they can inform them of any new stuff about their place. some people forget that some other customers could have a knack for browsing through the names and numbers
looking for a text mate.
sheesh.
my name's the culprit. it's a textmate seeker magnet.
why could my parents not have named me cordapia?
