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[12 Oct 2008|10:50pm] |
I don't know why everyone is so excited about, well, everything. I turn around, and everyone is going 'oh holy cloud of dove feathers descending softly onto a bed of cherry blossoms*' and 'what the finely-tuned slow waltz across a pink-veined marble floor, amidst the swish of petticoats and lace and the susurration of dainty slippered feet*'.
Come on. It's not that big a deal.
* exact wording changed due to the delicate sensibilities of the fairer sex who may or may not glance over this entry
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