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Now I see the times they change
Leaving us, it seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
Where to leave my hurt behind
All the shit I seem to take
All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?

• DSL is the devil (when it won’t stay consistently connected)
• LJ timing out is a bitch (when it causes me to have to log in five times and re-type comments that don’t post)
• Work sucks (it is just another day)
• The world is green, through the screen of my monitor. It’s finally dying.
• I think I may be part owner of a velvet Elvis now, purchased in auction by The Cheese Consortium.
• *sigh* I won’t type what I’m really feeling about myself at this moment.
• I was cruising on the back of a motorcycle at midnight last night.
• I had a blast this weekend with the posse and meeting new folks.
• I freaking LOVE the chamber. That is the official only place to go out anymore.
• I am too “blah” to relate details again, when other cheese-girlz have already done so well. My POV is irrelevant.
• Chattanooga day-trip was… fine. I’m never EVER having children, and don’t ask me to babysit.
• I have so much work to do, but can’t make myself START on it. It’s nearly 5pm, right?
• All I want to do is curl up under the blanket and read Harry Potter.

The Cheeseposse anniversary at the Chamber