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| 10:26am 25/09/2006 |
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I do believe that I am done with Livejournal. I'm not going to delete this journal or anything but I wish to inform you that all new blog posts can be found at my new home among the Xangans.
This could be temporary, it could be permanent, it could simply be. I don't know yet. I bid you adieu. |
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| it's bigger than hip hop |
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| 06:46pm 05/09/2006 |
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mood:  interrogation point
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Working with a tip from Erica a long lost friend and I ventured to the best, cheapest Indian buffet in town. I'm not telling you where it is though! If you really want to know I'll be happy to show you but you're buying me dinner. It costs nine dollars!
I am really enjoying all of these familiar faces once again. I think it has something to do with school starting. Yeah, that must be it. This post is dedicated to posts that aren't about going back to school.
Listen to this: Equalizer - Stranger. |
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| oooh, mangos! |
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| 11:05am 01/09/2006 |
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mood:  last day of work
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Mal: Okay, help me find our man. He's supposed to be older, kind of stocky, wears a red sash crossways.
Kaylee: Why does he do that?
Mal: Maybe he won the Miss Persephone pageant. Just help me look.
Kaylee (seeing a large bowl of strawberries being carried past her): Is that him?
Mal: That's the buffet table.
Kaylee: Well, how can we be sure… u-unless we question it? [grins]
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Mal: There ain't-a one of us looks the part more than the good doctor. I mean, the pretty fits, soft hands — definitely a moneyed individual. All rich and lily-white, pasty all over—
Simon: All right! Fine. I'll go. Just… stop describing me.
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[River is hiding from Book, freaked out by his enormous unbundled mane of white hair.]
River: They say the snow on the roof is too heavy. They say the ceiling will cave in. His brains are in terrible danger.
Book: River? Please, why don't you come on out?
River: No! Can't. Too much hair.
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It's been a while since I last posted a song of the day. |
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| four tennis balls, water bottle, change of clothes |
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| 10:49am 28/08/2006 |
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mood:  meh
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Kayla turns twenty and I have twenty drinks to celebrate. I still do not know why I did not take any pictures. It's not terribly important though because so many people snapped so many photos.
I can only hope that someday I actually stay up to see the run rise. I was about an hour and a half off the mark this time. My head still kind of hurts. My house reminds me of scurvy. Yarrrrr. |
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