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it's very early and very quiet. i'm not looking forward to checking out the people from the swimming pool fiasco, but oh well. just sometimes, the constant barrage gets to be a little much. it can really wear on you.

i think i'm overdue for a vacation.

****

does Justing Timberlake ever sing about anything other than his cock? just wondering.

and who dresses that boy? they should be slapped.

****

although i do have to admit to being a fan of Timbaland and his arrangements. i love the new Nelly Furtado song. i'd post it but i'm sure y'all are pretty sick and tired of my new YouTube addiction.

i blame maggie.

heh.

****

this stretch has pretty much started out as i had anticipated, and while no surprise, it is a disappointment. unfortunately, there's a hard limit in effect and i have tried to make this as clear as i can. time will tell if i was successful.

right now, i'm divided in half. and it's not a smooth divide; it's ragged and jagged and raw.

it doesn't matter that you don't know what the hell i'm talking about. i don't even know what i'm talking about, so don't worry about it.

****

just checked in some very drunk, very nice people who we partying at a local club. the big guy of the group says, i bet i'm the oldest one here, and i said i bet you ain't.

come here and let me look at you, he says. (very drunk people are easily amused.)

i'd say....thirty-two.

nah, says the girl. i'd say thirty.

(i honestly wanted to give them the room for free.)

i told them how old i am, and he grabbed my hands and kissed them and said something really lame. so lame i don't even remember what it was.

heh.

****

tomorrow the girls and i will celebrate Imbolc. i'm looking forward to it ... it's a girly thing, and will involve smelly candles, bathing in milk and honey, and looking forward to new adventures.

because it's ALWAYS an adventure on this strange planet.

****

tenatively, in the absence of anything concrete, i plan on sleeping late, eating unhealthy things, and maybe catching up on things i am woefully behind on. the clock starts ticking at 3PM today --

tick tock.


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