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So Lowe's has a great selection of shower caddies (bathroom hangy thingies).
Can't remember the last time I smoked, but I saw someone pulling out of the Lowe's parking lot and lighting a Newport. It was gross, but mainly because it was a Newport.
I was looking through my music and I remembered I had some stuff from Sunset Boulevard, and it reminded me how my brother took me to see a showing of it in Raleigh when he was home from school once. Petula Clark (famous for "Downtown") played Norma Desmond, and while my brother showered during that break at home he sang the title track, and I could hear it from the family room and wish that I had his voice recorded on a portable device so I could listen to it anytime. When I was younger (3rd grade) he'd sing "Music of the Night" in the shower. I really should call him, plus other people, when I get some time.
Nick came to town. I'd missed him. I'm so excited about the wedding at the beginning of August. I would bet anything that my mom decides I have nothing suitable to wear, sends me out to get something, decides what I choose is even more unsuitable than anything I had before, and subsequently goes out on her own to get me some outfit that I won't like but that I'll wear because it'll look respectable and asserting some kind of unkempt, misguided style at someone's wedding is not worth arguing with her. She called me today during lunch to tell me that she and Daddy had just heard a song on the radio ("Legend of the USS Titanic" by Jamie Brockett), and she hadn't heard it since the 70's and Daddy'd never heard it, so could I download it and burn it onto a CD for them and listen to it myself because it's a funny song. It's a 13-minute song. I feel like I have to make time to listen to it. Not that I'm really all that busy, but it feels like it.
Oh man. When I used to have to drive my dad's car to work when mine was in the shop, I'd go through his collection of music. My favorite was "That's Right You're Not from Texas" by Lyle Lovett. I played it for Ben once because I thought he'd like it, but he hated it, and when I spread it to his head from mine he was furious. When I drove that car Daddy would tell me to park way out in the parking lot to minimize my chances of a parked-car collision, but he didn't realize that I do that anyway. "Oh, well, oh, GOOD, we're parking with the EMPLOYEES." -- Nick.
(Texas wants you anyway)
Can't remember the last time I smoked, but I saw someone pulling out of the Lowe's parking lot and lighting a Newport. It was gross, but mainly because it was a Newport.
I was looking through my music and I remembered I had some stuff from Sunset Boulevard, and it reminded me how my brother took me to see a showing of it in Raleigh when he was home from school once. Petula Clark (famous for "Downtown") played Norma Desmond, and while my brother showered during that break at home he sang the title track, and I could hear it from the family room and wish that I had his voice recorded on a portable device so I could listen to it anytime. When I was younger (3rd grade) he'd sing "Music of the Night" in the shower. I really should call him, plus other people, when I get some time.
Nick came to town. I'd missed him. I'm so excited about the wedding at the beginning of August. I would bet anything that my mom decides I have nothing suitable to wear, sends me out to get something, decides what I choose is even more unsuitable than anything I had before, and subsequently goes out on her own to get me some outfit that I won't like but that I'll wear because it'll look respectable and asserting some kind of unkempt, misguided style at someone's wedding is not worth arguing with her. She called me today during lunch to tell me that she and Daddy had just heard a song on the radio ("Legend of the USS Titanic" by Jamie Brockett), and she hadn't heard it since the 70's and Daddy'd never heard it, so could I download it and burn it onto a CD for them and listen to it myself because it's a funny song. It's a 13-minute song. I feel like I have to make time to listen to it. Not that I'm really all that busy, but it feels like it.
Oh man. When I used to have to drive my dad's car to work when mine was in the shop, I'd go through his collection of music. My favorite was "That's Right You're Not from Texas" by Lyle Lovett. I played it for Ben once because I thought he'd like it, but he hated it, and when I spread it to his head from mine he was furious. When I drove that car Daddy would tell me to park way out in the parking lot to minimize my chances of a parked-car collision, but he didn't realize that I do that anyway. "Oh, well, oh, GOOD, we're parking with the EMPLOYEES." -- Nick.
(Texas wants you anyway)