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January is going well. I think I just scored a teaching position for piano and guitar! "Woots" in yo face, Taxman! Now I just need some students wink.

Annie's doing great and growing fast. And giving me reminders to breathe again, which is utterly helpful.

Music is churning and gets sung all the time 'round this house. Hopefully, you can come sing with us.
brightredscream:
I'm glad that you find my challenge to be amusing wink
brightredscream:
Congrats on the teaching position smile
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suicide_earl:
So are you ever going to make it out to one of the derbies to see some of our shiny, happy faces?
suicide_earl:
North Star Rollergirls play at the Minneapolis Convention Center on Saturday Feb 23rd, and the Minnesota Rollergirls go the next day at the Roy Wilkins Auditorium. I'm sure details will get posted in the meantime for both bouts over in the good ol' SGTC
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I love my cold titties. Yes, mine. People forget about nipples way too much.

Hey, music is awesome and I'm happy to be spillin' it 'n treatin' with love. All the attack and most of the sustained warmth we each give to one another is a heartening process. Someday we'll all hear again.
sarahg:
happpppy birthday.
sarahg:
yes, it does smell hopeful. and slightly lemon-fresh.

happy new year!
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I play. I play sound. I play eat. I play happy.

no sick; go sick; woah sick. (hehe-health insurance).

whether i'm in my bed together. shower to make my day together. flowering out my bosoms together.

today is i work day.
sarahg:
colllld assssss iiiiiice
DONTYOUKNOWTHATYOUAAARE
coooooo(ohl-ohl)d as (as as) iiiiice
ASCOLDASICETOMEEEE

repeat.

hooray, foreigner. bwahahaha.
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I found a hat today. It wasn't a hat, just a topper, to a big ol week-er-2. They look like bad syntax santas--you know, large gloves. And don't even get me started on the woven-crusty silos. The sous chefs aren't gonna like this kitchen odor.

uuuuuuuuuuuuuh-

ketssssup!

Now, to work with no pay. puke puke ARRR!!!
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news comments make the nat tired.

so many people know so many things. mad guts. canine cannibalism in wireless semiotics. sadness in truth and lies. a lusty clouding of disgust and huminimalism. we are not our khakis.

where did my tribe go?
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Wh'ut chu Say!

That's right, I'm back to visit. I've totally not spent time on the ol' SG for grippa. Grey appears a bit future-y.

Well,
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'n whistle;
busy like mutha
now a father
Writing for me, and me and you;
'n cool minnesota.
Drafts for the aeon wind
F l u t t t t t tt e r...
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