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juldeathese have no rhyme, order, or reason.
I think "Grandfather Star" is about suicide.
For those of you not in the know, Grandfather Star is a newish Gaea Spore song that Chris wrote. Newish meaning a few months old.
I got started on robert's pants. I'm sure he'll be happy.
Charlie Cates emailed me... his email started out with, "Though our interactions while I was in Oklahoma were limited, I do remember you and many of my close friends speak fondly of you." Whoever you are, close friends o' Charlie's, thanks. :)
It seems that a difference in personality between myself and some of you might account for some of the posts and comments of the last few days. You see, when I have a big decision to make, and one choice is dumb but appealing while the other choice is wise but not so appealing, I know which one I have to make and I'll resign myself to it. But that doesn't mean I won't bitch and moan - a lot - and talk about how great the other choice would be. And try to find ways to convince myself that there isn't a wise/dumb distinction.
I have a headache. Not sure if it's the glasses or what. Wearing glasses consistently after contacts for so long is pretty weird. The lack of peripheral vision gets to me - I don't like turning my head so much.
I go get the second half of my root canal done today at 3:30. Yay? Supposedly this one won't hurt.
Someone from the Main St. papa john's called our store yesterday looking for the girl with lortabs. I didn't know that painkillers were in such high demand. Well, too bad. They can't have any more. I'm just amazed at how the rumor spread, heh.
I'm still yawning. I had a late-night visitor. I'm glad my visitor came, though. I like my visitor a lot.
I think "Grandfather Star" is about suicide.
For those of you not in the know, Grandfather Star is a newish Gaea Spore song that Chris wrote. Newish meaning a few months old.
I got started on robert's pants. I'm sure he'll be happy.
Charlie Cates emailed me... his email started out with, "Though our interactions while I was in Oklahoma were limited, I do remember you and many of my close friends speak fondly of you." Whoever you are, close friends o' Charlie's, thanks. :)
It seems that a difference in personality between myself and some of you might account for some of the posts and comments of the last few days. You see, when I have a big decision to make, and one choice is dumb but appealing while the other choice is wise but not so appealing, I know which one I have to make and I'll resign myself to it. But that doesn't mean I won't bitch and moan - a lot - and talk about how great the other choice would be. And try to find ways to convince myself that there isn't a wise/dumb distinction.
I have a headache. Not sure if it's the glasses or what. Wearing glasses consistently after contacts for so long is pretty weird. The lack of peripheral vision gets to me - I don't like turning my head so much.
I go get the second half of my root canal done today at 3:30. Yay? Supposedly this one won't hurt.
Someone from the Main St. papa john's called our store yesterday looking for the girl with lortabs. I didn't know that painkillers were in such high demand. Well, too bad. They can't have any more. I'm just amazed at how the rumor spread, heh.
I'm still yawning. I had a late-night visitor. I'm glad my visitor came, though. I like my visitor a lot.
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on 5 Apr 2002 09:27 (UTC)and i am happy ;)
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on 5 Apr 2002 10:38 (UTC)