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you are my girl tonight, i am your boy tonight.

come on a monday,
come on a tuesday,
they'll never know.
pop off a cork for wednesday,
play with me thursday,
but you'll always be his girl
his girl friday.

also, i am gerald 'gerald ford' ford, according to my friend brandon.
i don't remember that, but danni does?



ever since dawn, ever since when

don't you just...hate it...when you sort of...reconnect with people...and you finally realize...that you have feelings for them...

i'm not a fan...personally.

damn it all to hell.

the title of that blog is relevant.

seconds before this screen popped up, i was rubbing my eyes and whining about how i have 'nothing to say' to my empty house.

i think...i need to get a life.
or update my other [new] blog over at go check it out, if you'd rather hear about real things going on in my life told to you in the writing style that is almost exactly matching to the way i talk.

that didn't make any sense...

lord knows you can't get enough of those

i suppose it's only fair you know what's going on.


finishing projects,
starting one or two new ones.
nothing too fabulous, nothing out of the ordinary.

check out the fan art.
new one was posted about fifteen minutes ago.


"why do birds suddenly appear
every time you are near?
just like me, they long to be
close to you.

why do stars fall down from the sky
every time you walk by?
just like me, they long to be
close to you.

on the day that you were born
the angels got together
and decided to create a dream come true
so they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
and starlight in your eyes of blue.

that is why all the girls in town
follow you all around.
just like me, they long to be
close to you.

just like me
they long to be
close to you."


i think there's something really wrong here. this isn't right, not even remotely. oohhh dear. :/

the carpenters wrote nice songs.
i liked the 70's.