My laugh. When I really laugh, it's big and loud and one of those laughs you car here across a crowded room. People turn and look when I laugh. Friends and family often shush me or make fun of me. Sometimes, I hate my laugh, but as I get older I'm mostly irritated at people trying restrain my joy.
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Date: 2006-11-30 10:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-02 08:39 am (UTC)