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Let's get this party started.
Triumph - 'Magic Power'
Triumph - 'Hot Time In This City Tonight'
Go get the album.
BTW.
TURN IT UP.
Triumph - 'Magic Power'
Triumph - 'Hot Time In This City Tonight'
Go get the album.
BTW.
TURN IT UP.
Jul. 6th, 2006
Let's get this party started.
Triumph - 'Magic Power'
Triumph - 'Hot Time In This City Tonight'
Go get the album.
BTW.
TURN IT UP.
Triumph - 'Magic Power'
Triumph - 'Hot Time In This City Tonight'
Go get the album.
BTW.
TURN IT UP.
Let's get this party started.
Triumph - 'Magic Power'
Triumph - 'Hot Time In This City Tonight'
Go get the album.
BTW.
TURN IT UP.
Triumph - 'Magic Power'
Triumph - 'Hot Time In This City Tonight'
Go get the album.
BTW.
TURN IT UP.
Come on, pile it on - you know you wanna
Jul. 6th, 2006 03:06 pmHonestly.
I'm back to the point of wondering about curses. It's been that kind of day. Lessee....the death count is up to four, just today. That's people folks, people Jim works with and I know.
I'd say I'm grateful it isn't our family members, but that's ridiculous. One is the FIL of one of my oldest train-riding buddies (we commuted on the same route for seven years. We made friends. For life, it looks like....), of cancer. Then Jim called me. Mother of a coworker. Heart disease. Father of a coworker. Cancer. Daughter of a coworker....17 years old. Suicide.
So I've been out to FTD.com a lot today. Talking about funeral rituals with my Hindu coworkers. (There are actually quite a few different variations on the burn 'em or bury 'em traditions over there....) My usual gallows humor is just lurking around the corner ready to kick in at a moment's notice. I'm stifling - when it shows up, it's black and I don't realise just how black until the words are out of my mouth.
Jim says Spice had a reason to go - she had to be there to greet all these folks at the door.
You know, I'm sure a lot of people were born today. When I'm not as aware of that as I am of how many people died today, I guess things feel a bit out of whack.
Meetings and partings. Meetings and partings.
What really pisses me off are all the new "patriotic" arrangements they have for funerals on the site. Broken hearts, the lot. American business providing to the demand - we're burying kids again. I remember from when I was a kid - we're burying the nice kid from down the street again. The guy who did Grad Nite at Disneyland a year or so ago.
I didn't see all these when I ordered up my uncle's arrangment last fall. Sick, I tell you. Nobody asked for my permission or has heard me from the beginning. SICK.
**sighs**
This weekend? If anyone needs shoes, now's a good time to hit me up. For the rest? Just weary. This is the way things go, after all.
I'm back to the point of wondering about curses. It's been that kind of day. Lessee....the death count is up to four, just today. That's people folks, people Jim works with and I know.
I'd say I'm grateful it isn't our family members, but that's ridiculous. One is the FIL of one of my oldest train-riding buddies (we commuted on the same route for seven years. We made friends. For life, it looks like....), of cancer. Then Jim called me. Mother of a coworker. Heart disease. Father of a coworker. Cancer. Daughter of a coworker....17 years old. Suicide.
So I've been out to FTD.com a lot today. Talking about funeral rituals with my Hindu coworkers. (There are actually quite a few different variations on the burn 'em or bury 'em traditions over there....) My usual gallows humor is just lurking around the corner ready to kick in at a moment's notice. I'm stifling - when it shows up, it's black and I don't realise just how black until the words are out of my mouth.
Jim says Spice had a reason to go - she had to be there to greet all these folks at the door.
You know, I'm sure a lot of people were born today. When I'm not as aware of that as I am of how many people died today, I guess things feel a bit out of whack.
Meetings and partings. Meetings and partings.
What really pisses me off are all the new "patriotic" arrangements they have for funerals on the site. Broken hearts, the lot. American business providing to the demand - we're burying kids again. I remember from when I was a kid - we're burying the nice kid from down the street again. The guy who did Grad Nite at Disneyland a year or so ago.
I didn't see all these when I ordered up my uncle's arrangment last fall. Sick, I tell you. Nobody asked for my permission or has heard me from the beginning. SICK.
**sighs**
This weekend? If anyone needs shoes, now's a good time to hit me up. For the rest? Just weary. This is the way things go, after all.
Come on, pile it on - you know you wanna
Jul. 6th, 2006 03:06 pmHonestly.
I'm back to the point of wondering about curses. It's been that kind of day. Lessee....the death count is up to four, just today. That's people folks, people Jim works with and I know.
I'd say I'm grateful it isn't our family members, but that's ridiculous. One is the FIL of one of my oldest train-riding buddies (we commuted on the same route for seven years. We made friends. For life, it looks like....), of cancer. Then Jim called me. Mother of a coworker. Heart disease. Father of a coworker. Cancer. Daughter of a coworker....17 years old. Suicide.
So I've been out to FTD.com a lot today. Talking about funeral rituals with my Hindu coworkers. (There are actually quite a few different variations on the burn 'em or bury 'em traditions over there....) My usual gallows humor is just lurking around the corner ready to kick in at a moment's notice. I'm stifling - when it shows up, it's black and I don't realise just how black until the words are out of my mouth.
Jim says Spice had a reason to go - she had to be there to greet all these folks at the door.
You know, I'm sure a lot of people were born today. When I'm not as aware of that as I am of how many people died today, I guess things feel a bit out of whack.
Meetings and partings. Meetings and partings.
What really pisses me off are all the new "patriotic" arrangements they have for funerals on the site. Broken hearts, the lot. American business providing to the demand - we're burying kids again. I remember from when I was a kid - we're burying the nice kid from down the street again. The guy who did Grad Nite at Disneyland a year or so ago.
I didn't see all these when I ordered up my uncle's arrangment last fall. Sick, I tell you. Nobody asked for my permission or has heard me from the beginning. SICK.
**sighs**
This weekend? If anyone needs shoes, now's a good time to hit me up. For the rest? Just weary. This is the way things go, after all.
I'm back to the point of wondering about curses. It's been that kind of day. Lessee....the death count is up to four, just today. That's people folks, people Jim works with and I know.
I'd say I'm grateful it isn't our family members, but that's ridiculous. One is the FIL of one of my oldest train-riding buddies (we commuted on the same route for seven years. We made friends. For life, it looks like....), of cancer. Then Jim called me. Mother of a coworker. Heart disease. Father of a coworker. Cancer. Daughter of a coworker....17 years old. Suicide.
So I've been out to FTD.com a lot today. Talking about funeral rituals with my Hindu coworkers. (There are actually quite a few different variations on the burn 'em or bury 'em traditions over there....) My usual gallows humor is just lurking around the corner ready to kick in at a moment's notice. I'm stifling - when it shows up, it's black and I don't realise just how black until the words are out of my mouth.
Jim says Spice had a reason to go - she had to be there to greet all these folks at the door.
You know, I'm sure a lot of people were born today. When I'm not as aware of that as I am of how many people died today, I guess things feel a bit out of whack.
Meetings and partings. Meetings and partings.
What really pisses me off are all the new "patriotic" arrangements they have for funerals on the site. Broken hearts, the lot. American business providing to the demand - we're burying kids again. I remember from when I was a kid - we're burying the nice kid from down the street again. The guy who did Grad Nite at Disneyland a year or so ago.
I didn't see all these when I ordered up my uncle's arrangment last fall. Sick, I tell you. Nobody asked for my permission or has heard me from the beginning. SICK.
**sighs**
This weekend? If anyone needs shoes, now's a good time to hit me up. For the rest? Just weary. This is the way things go, after all.
Come on, pile it on - you know you wanna
Jul. 6th, 2006 03:06 pmHonestly.
I'm back to the point of wondering about curses. It's been that kind of day. Lessee....the death count is up to four, just today. That's people folks, people Jim works with and I know.
I'd say I'm grateful it isn't our family members, but that's ridiculous. One is the FIL of one of my oldest train-riding buddies (we commuted on the same route for seven years. We made friends. For life, it looks like....), of cancer. Then Jim called me. Mother of a coworker. Heart disease. Father of a coworker. Cancer. Daughter of a coworker....17 years old. Suicide.
So I've been out to FTD.com a lot today. Talking about funeral rituals with my Hindu coworkers. (There are actually quite a few different variations on the burn 'em or bury 'em traditions over there....) My usual gallows humor is just lurking around the corner ready to kick in at a moment's notice. I'm stifling - when it shows up, it's black and I don't realise just how black until the words are out of my mouth.
Jim says Spice had a reason to go - she had to be there to greet all these folks at the door.
You know, I'm sure a lot of people were born today. When I'm not as aware of that as I am of how many people died today, I guess things feel a bit out of whack.
Meetings and partings. Meetings and partings.
What really pisses me off are all the new "patriotic" arrangements they have for funerals on the site. Broken hearts, the lot. American business providing to the demand - we're burying kids again. I remember from when I was a kid - we're burying the nice kid from down the street again. The guy who did Grad Nite at Disneyland a year or so ago.
I didn't see all these when I ordered up my uncle's arrangment last fall. Sick, I tell you. Nobody asked for my permission or has heard me from the beginning. SICK.
**sighs**
This weekend? If anyone needs shoes, now's a good time to hit me up. For the rest? Just weary. This is the way things go, after all.
I'm back to the point of wondering about curses. It's been that kind of day. Lessee....the death count is up to four, just today. That's people folks, people Jim works with and I know.
I'd say I'm grateful it isn't our family members, but that's ridiculous. One is the FIL of one of my oldest train-riding buddies (we commuted on the same route for seven years. We made friends. For life, it looks like....), of cancer. Then Jim called me. Mother of a coworker. Heart disease. Father of a coworker. Cancer. Daughter of a coworker....17 years old. Suicide.
So I've been out to FTD.com a lot today. Talking about funeral rituals with my Hindu coworkers. (There are actually quite a few different variations on the burn 'em or bury 'em traditions over there....) My usual gallows humor is just lurking around the corner ready to kick in at a moment's notice. I'm stifling - when it shows up, it's black and I don't realise just how black until the words are out of my mouth.
Jim says Spice had a reason to go - she had to be there to greet all these folks at the door.
You know, I'm sure a lot of people were born today. When I'm not as aware of that as I am of how many people died today, I guess things feel a bit out of whack.
Meetings and partings. Meetings and partings.
What really pisses me off are all the new "patriotic" arrangements they have for funerals on the site. Broken hearts, the lot. American business providing to the demand - we're burying kids again. I remember from when I was a kid - we're burying the nice kid from down the street again. The guy who did Grad Nite at Disneyland a year or so ago.
I didn't see all these when I ordered up my uncle's arrangment last fall. Sick, I tell you. Nobody asked for my permission or has heard me from the beginning. SICK.
**sighs**
This weekend? If anyone needs shoes, now's a good time to hit me up. For the rest? Just weary. This is the way things go, after all.