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What happened here is I don't know. How it happened is more of the same.
It's time to scrape off the rust build up, and start waxing and polishing.
It's time to shift out of first, because high rpm's will only take you so fast in one gear.
What happened here is I've been absent. How it happened is a series of excuses. Excuses mind you, not reasons.
I may be hiding a mint, the question is; am I sitting on a lot of money or a sugary hard candy?
Some girls at the tribe game were talking about shorthand tonight, the real kind. All I could think of were stubby little hands that would never work out for them if the girls wanted to play the piano.
If you go to a baseball game, don't pick your nose, ever. Two people got busted between innings on the big screen. If your nasal air passages are blocked at a baseball game. Learn to breathe through your mouth for three hours.
Oh, and girls, (I'm mainly addressing the same girls earlier referred to in the bit about shorthand) don't go to a baseball game with the intent of picking up "dudes" and then spend most of your time sitting between a married woman and a divorced woman while discussing your exciting future career as a office assistant. Oh, and while your at it, also please get better at shaving your legs, putting on makeup, sounding intelligent, and also, generally, not being ugly.
Tomorrow calls, but it can wait until Sunday.