at the beanery & it would be perfect except i forgot my chapstik
that is really all i have to say. mourning the absence of chapstik. sadness abounds.
okay, just kidding. that is not all i have to say. firstly, this guy at the counter here at the beanery, talking to the beanerista, what is his deal, eh? is that a british accent, or is he from mississippi? criminy, man - pick an accent already! and, this guy across the aisle -- let me tell you, mister, you are going to throw your ankle out of socket if you keep tapping your toes with that velocity. geeyah!
chapstik, i miss you... dearly.


thursday night: ut v vandy, men's basketball. you can cheer for whoever you want, but if you love me, you will cheer for the 'dores. but, do what you want. but, your love is being measured. but, exercise your free will. but, remember that you will be held accountable for your choices.
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