Archive for January, 2005

What 2004 hit song am I?

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I Like the Way You Move by Outkast “There, there on the dance floor Now they got me in the middle Feelin like a man whore” You’ve had better years, but you’re still feeling fine! What 2004 Hit Song Are You?

Sometimes I amuse myself soooooooooo much!

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Right. So, I’m driving home from LR’s, and I end up behind this beautiful black Lexus SUV at the last stoplight before hitting the residential area where I live. The light’s red. I pull up behind this SUV. It inches forward. So I automatically inched forward. Pause. It inches forward again. So I inched forward [...]

Hope

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I hope. I hope it works. I hope it comes together. I hope one of the venues will donate their space and time. I hope we can get a lot of people to agree to perform. I hope people will want to participate. I hope people will want to attend and make donations. So we [...]

Let go. Be still.

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I’m trying. What is…is. I will stop trying to change what I cannot change. I will adjust, or move on. I will make value judgements based on what is best, or right, as fits my path. I will realize that my path is not the same as others. I will stop wasting my time, spinning [...]

Valentines Year round

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Be my own sweet Valentine To Doris YFrom Violet

Freeeedooooom…..

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Well. We’ll see. It’s a hard thing to let go of an obsession. Especially an obsession of which one does not wish to let go. Odd. The concept is horribly simple. And one would think such simplicity would be easy, but it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. So hard that I’ve had [...]

A New Year

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Ok. Happy 2005. I have this nagging notion that I’m supposed to get introspective and philosophical about what has passed and what the next year may hold and such-like. Can’t do it. Not sure why. It’s like everything is sort of suppressed. There’s a drainpipe of my thoughts and feelings somewhere with a monumental clog. [...]