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:: Monday, December 16, 2002 ::
This is completely and seriously unrelated to anything in my life.
I woke up this morning with this thought: Why is it called "Making Up"?
I mean, when you make up something, what do you do? Lie. So, you have a fight with someone, stew for awhile, and then go and lie to them? Cause let's face it, you're usually not sorry at all.
All mending of feelings and reparations of situations are classified under a term that means "to lie"?
So when a girl forgives a guy, and they have the token sex afterwards...
...does she have to fake it?
~Fox "semantics rock" Mackenzie
P.S. - this is for John, my pink-hued buddy.
JFisch13: OK, in another tangent, Canadian cartoons are WEIRD.
JFisch13: Right now, there are two boxes kicking around a ball...which is really another person. And they don't talk but spit out random letters in the form of shapes.
:: Fox 12/16/2002 01:02:00 AM [Say what?] ::
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