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The Journal of A. Paige White delirious. khakis don't run around naked
12/09/2006 03:12 p.m.
We are all undoubtedly delirious. Upon discovery all her khakis are dirty (due no doubt to Logan being sick last night) she rants and rails and prepares her argument for da boss... you just don't know, lucky i even come in... the brother says, well just go naked. yeah. right. if you ever see me going anywhere naked, you know it's time to incarcerate me. Not right in the head and needful of restraint. "great way to get fired..." brother says, "you never know, you might get a raise".. uh huh...
we're all delirious....
"oh mama, you've got to see the neon lights I got for the carlo tonight, it's so gorgeous" (my first thought is oh no, how long before you burn up the alternator again, like when you hooked up that stupid amp...)
"ummm son, there are certain lights that will get you a ticket - lest we forget you've not gotten your new tag -- you're now expired 9 days!"
so, i ask, do teenage male children EVER grow up?
...tired... so tired.... stupid stupid dogs barking AAAALLLLL night long... again... so... when jarrod woke me up getting ready to go to work at 5:00, there was little chance of muting the STUPID DOGS barking... a BB gun would come in so handy around 2 or 3 am.... or a wrist rocket... it's great incentive to practice markmanship...
I am currently Affectionate
I am listening to sigh...cars... again
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