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She'll always be my punk rock girl.
On Thursday, Jul. 27, 2006 at 1:54 p.m.

Why is it that timing can be so fucking perfect.

What's the opposite of irony? And what happens when things feel like both at the exact same time?

I'm actually laughing. Out loud. Because of such perfect coincidence.

Is it fate? Is it luck? Is is planned or is random? I don't know but I do know it's funny in that not actually funny kind of way.



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