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Saturday, May 07, 2005

Girl on Top...
Now if I can just figure out how to stay here.

***WARNING*** the following message brought to you by Lacy is going to random...deal with it.


So I finished up all my paper for my certification in Kingwood today. Is it wrong that I'd rather frame my test scores than my actual certificate???

Marc Broussard is a BADASS!!!

Of course so is Jack Johnson. Anyone who can write a song called 'banana pancakes' rocks out in my book.

Hmm...Bananas
Bananas have been a sorta recurring theme in my life here lately. I wonder if someone is trying to tell my I need more Potassium in my diet?
(this shit is Bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S!)

I took my mother to lunch today and she did nothing but bitch about my father for an hour straight. I'm glad I don't work there anymore.
p.s. I bought her a pair of Fat Babies for Mothers Day, I rock ballz.

Shout out to my man Scott Mathews who is apparently tearin' it up over in Beaumont today with a little Bootlegger's Whiskey.

For some unknown reason the trains in Kenefick have been unusually loud. You can't normally hear them 4 miles away at my house. But "last night I woke up with my sheets soakin wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head"

I'll buy you a margarita if you know the song and artist.

My HP photo printer also rocks.
Props to the guys
who get rid of the red eyes...

The other weird thing that happened. I know I mentioned awhile back how I get these email for a "Lacy Simpson" all the time. And that it's odd because that's Jason's last name. Well, I just delete them and don't think twice about it. So today I get home and check the mail...there is a credit card application in my name and one in this "Lacy Simpson's" name. WTF??? Is that like fraud or identity theft??? It's starting to really freak me out. I mean for crying out loud it has MY address on it! How the hell did they get that information??


Things that don't rock...
my $252 cell phone bill
Jason being in Calgary
My allergies
Laundry
My 'check guages' light that comes on EVERY time I use the brakes
My irritating relatives that aren't leaving till tomorrow
my very sore fingers that are blistered from playing guitar
B minor and F sharp minor
gas prices

ok I'm out.
If you would only listen
you might just realize what you're missin
You're missin me


♥Oh, so vintage... 4:50 PM


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