If yer gonna read me, at least let me know. I like that. Seriously, tell me you like it, tell me you hate it, tell me you wish you wrote it, anything. "When you reach the part, where the heartache starts, the hero would be me." Damn. I want out of this uniform, I want to work in the sun, I want a car that goes with me, and I want you to pay for the gas. I toured a nine million dollar jet last night, and I want one of those too. From Spokane, WA to Raymond, MS in 3 hr 51 min. Yes. I want Nicaraguan real estate, I want a colonial. I want a mule and a cart, and a big straw hat to wear. I want a little boat, and I want you to be there to laugh when I fall into the water. Ere it was won, or maybe one, who knows?
UPDATE: As of 02/15/2008, the gas, the car, and the sun have come to pass. Still waiting on the jet and the colonial.
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If I didn't like it I would stop reading.... I want 40 acres and a mule... in Hobart, Tasmania.
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