November 18, 2005
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A moment ago I was keenly inspired to wield my guitar and sing a soliloquy to this illustrious evening. But then the death bell tolled, as I remembered that my guitar is minus a very necessary appendage-- a bass string, cruelly rent in twain by the vicious, altho inspired, strokes of another's hand. So, what is there left for my deprived soul to do, but to sorrowfully fall upon my knees, a heart too full for utterance...and weed the flower-bed!
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You know something? You're cute--but you're a NUT!! :p
WHOA! That was............................a mouthful. How dost thou think up all these magnificent words?! Dost thou have a special thesaurus or word book in thine abode? I wish that mine mind were as creative a life as thine.
Thee have a blessed evening!
: )
AMEN Mark! LOL
whoa, duuuuude.
Matt said I could not hack into xanga, but I think i did it on accident! Can you do me a favor and go to my xanga and see if it is as messed up as it is when I try to go on it??
Nevermind, I think they fixed it.
lol. Poor guitar.... I can't imagine the pain that goes through an almost-played guitar, before it is set aside because of its battle scars.
I love reading your posts. I am amused
Hey Doll. Yeah, ditto, I'm living for the day! =) Love ya, [insert the same]
hey, whoa, way cool yo.
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