and there goes my beautifully worded entry...
fucking hell...
in which i talked about my convo with kyle and the last year and this...
the season of relationships and how everyone seems to be talking about it...
the beauty of oldies... the big band swing country and 60s...
how i got mr tong approval to read morning anouncements and do parade comanding... and how i can now spead my voice across tee jay....
how two bus uncles seemed to be against me today... and why skaters are discrimniated against. and why ageism is not a real problem today....
why i think im still popular... why i think i know too many people for my own good....and why i think i still have hope as a skater...
the goodness of macs. the conundrum of world cup betters. and the long ride home with :i hate jimmy page" in my head....
ending with me approving a tetsimonial of david monkman. and yes...i am a nice guy...
and finally i mentioned my love for "cute without the e" by taking bakc sunday and hit the publish post button....
only to realize that blogspot was a bitch.... sigh.
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