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Monday, October 13, 2003

Another long span. Oh well. Can't march anymore. Not much else happening. That is all.

Saturday, October 04, 2003

Woah....long time since I last posted. I think that I need to get better at this. But of course lately its been kinda touch and go. Lots to do and little time that I'm not tired to do stuff in. Oh so tired....I wanna sleep a long time but I have to go to my grandma's tomorrow. Almost imparative since I haver like 3 loads of laundry to do.

Well it was awesome on Hazel Day. Local fair, nothing big or anything. But the local new age shop (which I love now btw) was selling stuff and we got to beat on drums, it was awesome. Found and awesome wolf tin for you Chib's but it had a knife in it that wasn't that great, so I didn't buy it, but it was only 5 bucks so I coulda. Oh well.

I was kidnapped (not really) and I would have stayed in Hazel had not my parents decided to come when my mom almost said they couldn't make it last night. Oh well to that too. It would have been awesome to have stayed but I'm glad that my parents came. I love 'em and they haven't seen all the work I've put into the band so they did today. And I got to see my dog. She's one of the things that I miss most, even her crawling in the bed with me (which was annoying) but I miss it. I wanted to bring her back here with me, but I bet they would have found me out. Would have been worth it though.

Well since I am about to crash I think that I may end my IM conversations and just lay downand go to sleep. Night guys, have a great Sunday.

Wednesday, October 01, 2003

Oh Wiccan Chicken
How do I love thee
Let me count the ways

One: you are so sweet
Two: you're my favorite kind of meat
Three: you're laced with Belladonna
Four: I could eat you for a week, if I really wanna
Five: you aren't alive
Six: I can cook you on a stick
Seven: you can't go to Heaven
Eight: you can't disapperate
Nine: you are all mine
Ten: I think I'll do this again!
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Again I will state that I am sad and I can't write. But, damn, that was funny shit. Gotta love Wiccan Chicken, so all of you's guys have to come to the Grand Opening when I actually open the shop up to the public.

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