And if the music stops
and there's only the sound of the rain
all the hope and glory
all the sacrifice in vain
and if love remains
though everything is lost
we will pay the price
but we will not count the cost
-Rush
Strange request: If any of you get sent a picture of Annie, would you please send it to me. Along with the spelling of her name. And her last name. Hoder! Talk about fucked up.
The Empire has been completely silent. Last correspondence was ten days ago. She hasn't been this quiet since the first Death Star imploded.
I got paid by GES today, then quit. Woo woo! How much fun is that? And that daft cunt, Alex , paid me too. So things are better economically.
Emmotionally is another gig all together. But I'm holding up.
The baby was born on the same day that Kurt Vonnegut died. How nuts is that? My favorite author of all time. What if his soul is reborn into Annie? What a craic that would be. I believe in reincarnation. I mean, if she is mine, you think there would be a good chance she would write.
I'm beginning to think she is not mine, hence no contact from Darth. And she was a week early. If she went 40 weeks, that's enough to take me out of the running.
The Seester sent me the lyrics to "Little miss can't be wrong," by the Spin Doctors because she thought it fit perfectly. While it does, I think another song of theirs, maybe their most famous, fits even better (with a few tweaks by El Dude)
And if you want to have my baby
just go ahead now
And if you want to tell me she's mine - maybe
just go ahead now
And if you want to buy me flowers
just go ahead now
and if you want to use your Dark Sith powers
just go ahead now
Anyway, thank you Uncle Kurt for al the great novels. You changed the way I thought about writing. To quote 'God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater´ - Be fertile and multiply!!!!!!!
and there's only the sound of the rain
all the hope and glory
all the sacrifice in vain
and if love remains
though everything is lost
we will pay the price
but we will not count the cost
-Rush
Strange request: If any of you get sent a picture of Annie, would you please send it to me. Along with the spelling of her name. And her last name. Hoder! Talk about fucked up.
The Empire has been completely silent. Last correspondence was ten days ago. She hasn't been this quiet since the first Death Star imploded.
I got paid by GES today, then quit. Woo woo! How much fun is that? And that daft cunt, Alex , paid me too. So things are better economically.
Emmotionally is another gig all together. But I'm holding up.
The baby was born on the same day that Kurt Vonnegut died. How nuts is that? My favorite author of all time. What if his soul is reborn into Annie? What a craic that would be. I believe in reincarnation. I mean, if she is mine, you think there would be a good chance she would write.
I'm beginning to think she is not mine, hence no contact from Darth. And she was a week early. If she went 40 weeks, that's enough to take me out of the running.
The Seester sent me the lyrics to "Little miss can't be wrong," by the Spin Doctors because she thought it fit perfectly. While it does, I think another song of theirs, maybe their most famous, fits even better (with a few tweaks by El Dude)
And if you want to have my baby
just go ahead now
And if you want to tell me she's mine - maybe
just go ahead now
And if you want to buy me flowers
just go ahead now
and if you want to use your Dark Sith powers
just go ahead now
Anyway, thank you Uncle Kurt for al the great novels. You changed the way I thought about writing. To quote 'God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater´ - Be fertile and multiply!!!!!!!
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