my not even catching that part of your post symbolizes my preoccupation. my son, ryan, is eleven. he loves the baby; he feeds him and holds him and sings to him and tries to make him laugh, but he's been known to say, "mom, you have to admit that he
is annoying sometimes." and i say, "yah, well, so are you."
and if fatsatan is a starmaker, why am i not one yet?
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