Today was also the day that the long-sleeved shirts came in, so I have one of those now. They only had smalls in white, so... I have a white McAlister's shirt now.
Quinton, the insane man that works in the back of McAlister's, can sing really good. Too bad he's insane.
And here's something I tried this morning. Ok, cup of coffee, four creamers, six sugars, two spoons of chocolate syrup... golden...
I also found that @ least two other people: James & Gabe (his real name's Gabriel, cool huh?), both have read/are reading the Wheel of Time. So that's kinda cool.
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Well, that's all the random tid-bits I have for now. Here's some selected LP lyrics:
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"No, no matter how far we've come, I can't wait to see tomorrow" ~With You
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"Evrything falls apart
Even the people who never frown eventually break down
(the sacrifice of living in a lie)
Evrything has to end, you'll soon find
We're all out of time left to watch it all unwind" ~Pushing Me Away
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"Uh, yeah." ~PPR: Kut (papercut) [Reanimation]
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Those are all I feel like throwing on here for now.
~master skipper

3 comments:
well, sortof. he has some kinda of mental disorder, thus resulting with his random yelling of words and such coinciding if not directly related to quick changes in character.
haha. i love you donald. wonderful. =)
ha. thanks.
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