(in snobby, debutante voice) Tonight, I will be attending festivities of the musical nature in the city of Dallas. This will be called as such a "hard core showing" of nationally and locally traveling musical groups The Red Chord, My Son My Executioner, and They Call Him Destoyer. I will be escorted by the lovely Miss Caitlin for she would very much so like to witness the performance of The Red Chord.
Cheerio!
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Don't ask, it just randomly came to mind to act that way for the moment. But, yeah, anyway, I'm going to the show with Caitlin, but only because I know she wants to go and no one else is going that she knows. I'm getting more weary with her and my patience is starting to run thin. I'll probably use this as an oppurtunity to have a long discussion with her and either get her to jump on board or sail off.
PS. Goddammit!
I got that Bryan Adams song, "Have you ever really loved a woman?" from the Don Juan de Marco soundtrack stuck in my fucking head!
Cheerio!
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Don't ask, it just randomly came to mind to act that way for the moment. But, yeah, anyway, I'm going to the show with Caitlin, but only because I know she wants to go and no one else is going that she knows. I'm getting more weary with her and my patience is starting to run thin. I'll probably use this as an oppurtunity to have a long discussion with her and either get her to jump on board or sail off.
PS. Goddammit!
I got that Bryan Adams song, "Have you ever really loved a woman?" from the Don Juan de Marco soundtrack stuck in my fucking head! VIEW 13 of 13 COMMENTS
i'm sure everyone is thinking i have some internet stalker (which is obviously the case!)
George Michael is not, wait, nevermind.
anyhow, i would get on AIM but i'm at the library (with people watching me look at naked sg's no less) and am getting ready to leave.
we'll fight another time.
STOP STALKING ME!