if it is indeed true that the ugly girls have more fun, then the town in which i live must host the funnest girls alive.
in other, less mean, news i am doing a poetry reading this evening.
its been at least six months since the last one, and sadly i really have nothing to read.
i have six hours. surely enough time for me to track down the muse and kick her ass.
in other, other news, yesterday at work someone said to me:
"you look just like my husband."
big deal, right? i get told something like that every day. i look like a lot of people.
she continued, "i asked the cashier what your name was, she said it was ryan connell."
"yeah", i reply.
"my husband's name is ryan o' donnell"
this, naturally did wonders for my feeling unique.
i am just two letters away from being someone else.
thats my story for today.
ta-dah.
11:26 a.m. - 2005-02-05
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