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Tuesday, December 09, 2003
Posty posty posty! The blog gods smile upon us by allowing me to post.
Its really dark here. Most of the time. Its wierd. Its also cold. That's not so wierd. No salt on the roads, kinda slick. Very wierd
I heard that my 10 high school reunion was super lame. It was Thanksgiving weekend. I'm glad I didn't cough up the 500 bones to fly back and the 50 smackers for popcorn and an open bar. I don't wonder any more why I didn't enjoy high school. My class was friggin lame. Stuff your spirit stick in that Mandy Marcum! I guess the most interesting tidbit was that the guy that I traded a broken radar dectector to for a disassembled bass was a truck driver by day and an exotic dancer by night. Sadly, I wasn't able to confirm that his blond fro mullet was still in tact.
Hmm. I'm not doing too bad. 6 posts in 8 months. Yikes.
Its really dark here. Most of the time. Its wierd. Its also cold. That's not so wierd. No salt on the roads, kinda slick. Very wierd
I heard that my 10 high school reunion was super lame. It was Thanksgiving weekend. I'm glad I didn't cough up the 500 bones to fly back and the 50 smackers for popcorn and an open bar. I don't wonder any more why I didn't enjoy high school. My class was friggin lame. Stuff your spirit stick in that Mandy Marcum! I guess the most interesting tidbit was that the guy that I traded a broken radar dectector to for a disassembled bass was a truck driver by day and an exotic dancer by night. Sadly, I wasn't able to confirm that his blond fro mullet was still in tact.
Hmm. I'm not doing too bad. 6 posts in 8 months. Yikes.
