Only a real man can be a lover

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Listening to "the Man of Metropolis Steals our Hearts!"
by none other than Mr. Sufjan Stevens.
This cat never ceases to amaze me.

Well. Last night, I was listening to
"To be alone with you" by Suffie,
and I got inspired to make a birthday gift.
I drew someething with charchols,
which I really suck at using,
but I'm pleased with the outcome.
Hopefully the recipient will be the same.
Which reminds me! I need to burn Lexa's
birthday gifts, too!
Time time time time.

"Only a real man can be a lover
if he had hands to lend us all over
We celebrate our sense of eachother
we have alot to give one another."

Have to work this afternoon,
which is blaaaaaaah.
Yetserday was so slow.
So Cassadilla and I walked through the cemetery together.
We found a headstone with "Hurley" on it,
and immediatly thought of Mike.
So we were writing down the names,
when some kid walked by looking lost.
Well, lo-and-behold, this kid
was really Chris,
Cassie's significant other fling thing.
Nice kid, really.
A little gooofy, and alot like my ex Aaron
(ie: the conversation turned to white trash,
mullets, bug zappers, cigarrettes, and beer)
but I approve over all.
Just in case someone asks me, you know. ^_^

Off to get ready, I suppose.