i am waiting to learn yoga.
this will be the last and final activity of my weekend.
if, indeed i have the time to learn.
i need to get on the road.
c'mon cindy, answer your cell phone.
give me a call.
i dont want to learn yoga from a book.
poetry in the park was enticing.
it was what i envisioned it.
i loved the poems from the ninth grade.
i am glad that paul read memento to me.
the funnest thing above all was taking my favorite childhood book and turning it into the "adult version"
what once read "bunches and groups, bunches and groups. noone needs me as their friend..."
now reads "goddamm bunches and mother f---ing groups, none of these damn b----es needs me as their mother f---ing friend..."
yeah, its good to be a minister amongst the children of my monthly supporters.
looking at my drum a child asked "is this where my money goes?"
"no, it goes to R rated movies."
yes kids, look up to me i am your example.
11:38 a.m. - 2003-05-26
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