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Sorry Liz

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I was going to ask if you wanted to go to Keith's house with me, cause I was about to walk over there. It was a good time. We heard records while we talked about the man/boy love organization. Then we started singing, Pharaoh pharaoh, Oh nO, let my people go! and Father Abraham had many son's. Damn the excessive amounts of chick tracks in the house.
I drew on some paper towels and drank a shot of whiskey with the boys. Then I came home. I was asleep all day. I dreamed my sister got the cutest little puppy. It looked like a miniature Benjie and it kept licking everything.
I'm afraid I haven't been doing a good job with my job search. I've vowed to myself to try harder tomorrow so I don't get shipped away to humid boredom and numb bitching.
Going to Georgia sounds a little fun though because my Dad told me he fixed my sister's old truck so I'd have something to drive maybe. Ah yes, cruising with the windows down in the middle of the night, smelling the spring flying by. That sounds fine but that's just a little chunk of a way to spend time.
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