Of all days, I hate this one the most.
Listen Up.
I got a story for you Girl Scouts. Once upon a time there was a magical land where it never rained. The End.
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Made a new quiz.
I know, I know. It's been over a month since I posted. I'm sorry. Really!
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Okay, so not really. Not to mention, I did warn you all that I was now in Bad Internet Territory and I wouldn't be posting as much...at least, I think I warned you. Maybe that was someone else...
Anyway, I posting now. So get over it.
Plus Ringo has been bugging me about updating. Look I updated! Happy?
No? Well, then it's probably got nothing to do with me.
So: news:
Ringo got a job. Yay!
John went to London. Yay!
John came back....not sure if that's a yay. I'll have to wait and see what she got me.
Umm. Work is good. Home is...well, if you know me, then you know that answer to that. I'm good.
Today's my birthday.
The Pistons won the NBA Finals.
Dogdeball is a really, really funny movie.
What? What did I say a minute ago? Ummm...the Pistons won the NBA Finals?
Before that? I'm good?
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