posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 5:53 PM
Monday, April 24, 2006
Bridget Jones was so right when describing what it's like to speak to parents of young children over the phone. "Have you gone poo-poo? Did you try to go poo-poo? Want mommy to help you? I'll call you right back."
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About Me
- Name: Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive)
- Location: United States
Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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