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9/12/02 ... We Will Never ... What Was I Saying? Shit. I Forgot.
Worst ... opening line ... ever.
Did I really see FOUR Zach ____ posts yesterday? I swear I did. My eyes weren't deceiving me, were they? I used to get a lot of shit from that asshole when I used to post like three times a day. And now four from him? It makes me feel better about myself. It truly does.
And I will agree that Scoot's hit it right on the head. He may be tall, but he sure is perceptive.
I'm almost on the way home for a while to get measured for a tuxedo, performing my first duties ever in a wedding. That's right, pals. I'm a friggin' usher, and proud of it. I would've been in the wedding party had my relationship to the person not been male/female. I lobbied hard to be the Maid of Honor, but nothing doin'. I was shunned at every turn. I think I'll make things different, maybe, for my wedding when, and if, the situation arises. I've already decided that I will be going with a strictly Motown music package, and any DJ that tells me different better not have a glass jaw. How awesome would it be for the newlyweds first dance to be under the glorious styling's of Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On"? Huh? Brilliant, right?
Maybe not.
Either way. It should (of course, again assuming that there ever is one ... projected wedding date, 9/12/25) be a hoot. I doubt I'll buy my tux anytime soon. I dread to see myself within the coming decade. My body is going to deteriorate.
The only reason I'm writing this is because I'm trying to put off finishing a terrible paper that I have just started. It's about the Baby Boom and about how they redefined society. And I can't argue with any of it, cause it's all basically true. Duh, right? Maybe I could write a whole thing about how they's gonna fuck our generation over within the next few decades. No money in the Social Security coffers? Get out of town.
Ah. This post blows. Sorry.
9/12/02 ... We Will Never ... What Was I Saying? Shit. I Forgot.
Worst ... opening line ... ever.
Did I really see FOUR Zach ____ posts yesterday? I swear I did. My eyes weren't deceiving me, were they? I used to get a lot of shit from that asshole when I used to post like three times a day. And now four from him? It makes me feel better about myself. It truly does.
And I will agree that Scoot's hit it right on the head. He may be tall, but he sure is perceptive.
I'm almost on the way home for a while to get measured for a tuxedo, performing my first duties ever in a wedding. That's right, pals. I'm a friggin' usher, and proud of it. I would've been in the wedding party had my relationship to the person not been male/female. I lobbied hard to be the Maid of Honor, but nothing doin'. I was shunned at every turn. I think I'll make things different, maybe, for my wedding when, and if, the situation arises. I've already decided that I will be going with a strictly Motown music package, and any DJ that tells me different better not have a glass jaw. How awesome would it be for the newlyweds first dance to be under the glorious styling's of Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On"? Huh? Brilliant, right?
Maybe not.
Either way. It should (of course, again assuming that there ever is one ... projected wedding date, 9/12/25) be a hoot. I doubt I'll buy my tux anytime soon. I dread to see myself within the coming decade. My body is going to deteriorate.
The only reason I'm writing this is because I'm trying to put off finishing a terrible paper that I have just started. It's about the Baby Boom and about how they redefined society. And I can't argue with any of it, cause it's all basically true. Duh, right? Maybe I could write a whole thing about how they's gonna fuck our generation over within the next few decades. No money in the Social Security coffers? Get out of town.
Ah. This post blows. Sorry.
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