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And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
or my Chevrolet for your Escalade
Or your freak parade
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town...


Still a little tired and sick, but I'm alright. George getting funny and creative with her responses to me, as I'm getting creative about my emails.

Had a bit of a bad dream a few nights ago, which had Cris in it being cruel. But it didn't shake me like it would have a few months ago. I mean, I didn't like it, but it didn't terribly hurt. It was just kinda... weird.

Yeah.

Haha - a small ditch dug to keep poor people and poor people's cows off the land of rich people.
Hoho - like a haha, but deeper.

Get it? Terry Pratchett fans will.

love ever
me

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I am really starting to hate Friday nights. For the past several weeks, I've had literally nothing to do. I can't drive and both my parents are out tonight. Fey isn't on, Meg signed off, Cori isn't answering. I'm bored. I can't even think of anything to write...

Grr. Arr.

#%^&.

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Three in one night... I must really be bored.

I did get to talk to Fey, which is good...
but now I feel kinda guilty, which is bad. I think.

It's just a song, anyway.

I'm a little unravelled,
But I'm still in the saddle...

*sighs*

I liked that song. It goes well in my repertoire of sketchy songs that I'm collecting to top myself in chorus (I had to top a song about five murders in a row, but I'm doing that with the Masochism Tango. I still need something to top that). It's a silly song, a written-in-the-cups song. That doesn't make it bad...
...does it?


I don't like feeling guilty about liking a song, or a style of music. I felt awkward and unhappy the rest of the time I talked to her, but I didn't want to say anything...


Blaaar.