Misnomer: The X-Girl Picayune

The life (or is it the lack thereof?) stories of a twenty-6-year-old grad student
Monday, January 24, 2005
 

Pescador del hombre

Do you know how it is to finally realize that you are really your own worst enemy... and then to find out that your guardian angel, or holy spirit, or whatever it is, always pulls a gentle knock to your heart, bringing you back to live?

I don't know how many Hail Mary's I'd subconciously pulled just to get me through the day these days. So, thank you.



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