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Sunday, October 17th, 2004
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On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out his one long song
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant, strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Most times you can't hear them talk, other times you can
All the same old clichés?
Is that a woman is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play
Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
I hate the way she makes me feel. Misunderstood everything I tried to say. Why can't I ever let things go.
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Saturday, September 25th, 2004
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Oh my! Why I do declare!!
No, no, not really. I dunno people. My life isn't too festive...rather boring. I need a job. Jessi I mailed your letter, finally. Hailey I'm in the process of writing and adding more to your letter. I am trying to hold off so I can send you guys some pictures. I just need to get the film developed and off they go. I told Jon I would mail him a letter as well. Which I really want to and have partially written by now. Teehee ^_^;
Hmmm....I'm trying to remodel my livejournal here, but since I only get online randomly when I possibly can, it proves to be a little hard.
Fuck
I don't know what it is. Me and Victor are trying to find someone to move in with us this coming July/August when we move into our appartment. Asked Jon and Bruce and both said possibly but they'de have to see what was going on at the time. Maybe Nate will take us up on the offer. SOMEONE PLEASE T_T
*sob*
Well I am done. See yah guys.
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Friday, September 17th, 2004
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Well, Well. I do have a livejournal account. My comp is on the fritz, so no one can see me sexy face any time soon. What a shame, right? u.u; I am so unloved
By the by, things are good. I am seriously thinking of going to Korea for 3 years. It seems like a good opportunity. Everything gets paid for. Only thing we'd have to pay for would be food. That's it. I would really love to live in Korea.
Making of the Day:
Going to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) blindmonk's journal, scrolling through his favorites and seeing:
nonbitch dogs
I'de say I startled everyone in the library.
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Thursday, September 9th, 2004
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Hello Thar my waywardly readers. I am at the library. And let me tell you I am glad. I passed it twice and I asked for directions 4 times. Upon my fourth asking I got the street Indiana. Here I am walking, when I suddenly spot a street sign reading Indiana. Thus ending my arduous journey to the library. Or rather I should say arduous journey to find the library. I have come up with a new short story. Not done. But partially. I hope you enjoy it.
The Short Coming
CHAPTER 1
There were seven booths and me in one. Another was occupied with a boy and what seemed to be his father. Two long bars with stools and a bunch of 'oldies' talking about old times, old places, and of people that they know. I wondered why the before-mentioned boy wasn't in school today. It's not even 9 AM yet and he looked no older than 12 years old. There's condensation and dew on the rather large glass window sporting the Sip n' Dip logo. The old man, dominating the distance drone of activitey, says, "Don't you listen, Christ sakes?" Not as a sentence. But as a question. There's a sign. Not like a cardboard sign, not even like that letter envelope kind, but just plain white printing paper. It reads:
5 GALLON BUCKETS FOR SALE!
$1.00
I wondered why someone would need a 5 gallon bucket? Isn't that a little underdone? But I'm getting ahead of myself.
(Good time feeling)
The man at the counter wasn't particularly rough looking. He had greeted long timers by name. In the end I was sure that most looked forward to coming in each morning and hearing his or her name called out in happy fashion.
That's when I decided to do this town a justice.
CHAPTER 2
Todd Keiser was in his mid 40's. His dark hair a suprising contrast to the rest of him. A beard shaded black with spackles of ingrown greying hair. A feature his, now ex, wife found particularly handsom and which her son found homely.
"Todd," he would say,"You look like a bum waiting for his Christmas supper at the local Jesus house."
Of course, Todd was naturaly tolerant to all things. That's why his short coming wasn't at all suprising, when everything was said and done at least. His, once festive, green eyes set in sockets with almost a hint of crows feet banking their outer ridges. The one thng people said about Todd Keiser in the days following the short coming were about his eyes.
"Those eyes," they'de say,"were the eyes of a man gone mad."
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Yep I decided to make it Friend's Only. I'm fairly new here, so I'm hoping to meet some interesting people and maybe a couple of friends ^_^ So just comment to be added!
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