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The first sentence of the first post of each month. I particularly enjoy April, which was an underappreciated sentence at the time I wrote it.
Enjoy the next 360 deg revolution 'round the sun. Bomb? Today was my last day at chris barnes design. There should be a percussion instrument where, when the percussionist whacks it, it goes "GRONK!" and eats him. Um... I think some of my characters have been getting it on behind my back. My feet go pad-pad-pad on the grass and slappity-slappity on the sidewalk. FiddleTunes was an emotional roller coaster. So, if all goes well on the ticket buying front I'll be off to Japan in September for two weeks. While sitting around playing mexican train...So, I've had occasion to say some rather critical things of my mother's family, but for the record, let us all remember that no matter how offbeat and irrational my grandfather can be, none of his branch of the family gets shouting-drunk in public, especially when they have kids to take care of.Y'know how one occasionally hears a gal bemoan the fact that she'll never find a man like her father, and one immediately starts thinking along the lines of 1950s male-dependency Electra complexes, and please, can't we have a little imagination? Saturday morning, still sick and running late to meet westrider at the Seattle Center.
In summation, it's been yet another strange roller coaster year, I write really long sentences, and I need to stop starting journal entries with "So."
Enjoy the next 360 deg revolution 'round the sun. Bomb? Today was my last day at chris barnes design. There should be a percussion instrument where, when the percussionist whacks it, it goes "GRONK!" and eats him. Um... I think some of my characters have been getting it on behind my back. My feet go pad-pad-pad on the grass and slappity-slappity on the sidewalk. FiddleTunes was an emotional roller coaster. So, if all goes well on the ticket buying front I'll be off to Japan in September for two weeks. While sitting around playing mexican train...So, I've had occasion to say some rather critical things of my mother's family, but for the record, let us all remember that no matter how offbeat and irrational my grandfather can be, none of his branch of the family gets shouting-drunk in public, especially when they have kids to take care of.Y'know how one occasionally hears a gal bemoan the fact that she'll never find a man like her father, and one immediately starts thinking along the lines of 1950s male-dependency Electra complexes, and please, can't we have a little imagination? Saturday morning, still sick and running late to meet westrider at the Seattle Center.
In summation, it's been yet another strange roller coaster year, I write really long sentences, and I need to stop starting journal entries with "So."
