Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Braaaaiiiiinnnnnnsssssss I'm afraid my dark secret is out. I've been trying to hide it from all of you - you know, putting on a good facade, not talking too much about devouring human brains or how difficult it is to claw my way up from a grave every morning. But the cat is out of the bag. I'm a zombie. Zombie!Karaoke!Geni, singing her little dessicated heart out. You didn't know zombies liked music, did you? Well, we do. It's so hard to find things to keep you occupied when you're Undead. Unfortunately, being a zombie doesn't stop me from having to do my taxes. 8:49 a.m. - 2003-04-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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