It is unbelievable, I am sitting at Iggy's desk now, while she's in the shower, and there's not a pen to be found. I've looked around her 'room' and there's nothing here ... nowhere ... good lord, how can a person live without pens?
incidently, i just wooped her in both soccer and in jumping-accross-small-streams, which wasn't a game, until we decided it was. we found things in the woods which shouldn't have been there. i am playing 'hooky' from work. god i hope i get fired.
incidently, i just wooped her in both soccer and in jumping-accross-small-streams, which wasn't a game, until we decided it was. we found things in the woods which shouldn't have been there. i am playing 'hooky' from work. god i hope i get fired.
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I hear what your saying about manual labor too. That's the challenge with work. There is this neo-folk singer Dan Bern that has a song about trying to paint a portrait while your waiting in rush hour traffic, or trying to write a poem on your lunch break. IThat's how I felt for a long time when I was working...