Friday, March 17, 2006

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Kiss me, I'm Irish
March 17, 2006; 12:25AM EST

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Top o' the mornin' to ya! Aaaand it's really late. If you're reading this before sunrise, your ass should be in bed.

Me? I'm not really in the mood to sleep.. meh

Anyways, the dentist. The bastard put too much silver on my tooth (Why he didn't pick up on this the first time is no clue to me. Stupid dentist). So, whenever I would bite down, my filling would hit before my tooth. That was the cause of this madness, I hope.. I don't plan on going back anytime soon.

Goddamn, I can't stop sneezing. All the damn pollen is irritating my allergies. I'm not sure how things go in Spring-time where you live, but here in Georgia, a thick coat of yellow pollen coats everything. The flowers are getting it on. The fucking sluts. Spreading their stuff everywhere. THINK OF THE CHILDREN! >< Yeah, washing my car is pointless, the next day it's coated in yellow sneezy-stuff.

Meh, I didn't go to the gym tonight, so I feel unaccomplished. My mom begged me to go with her to Wal-Mart to get a few things, she even did the whimpering move, it gets me every time ><. A few things equals a shopping cart full of useless crap. But she let me get a pair of shorts and a new belt, so it's all good. Oh, and by the way, Wal-Mart is eeeeeeeeeeeeebil. Trust me.



Tomorrow... St. Patty's Day! I have school and work off! Scoooore. St. Patrick's Day is really big down here in Savannah. We have an annual parade and parties all night long. But trying to get downtown tomorrow would just be a nightmare, so I think I'll skip all that and just hang out around here. Unless I can convince someone to go with me, which is doubtful.

And I'll leave on this last note. I'm pretty damn Irish. So, I demand a kiss from the dames. That's the rules.

Erin go braugh!,
Josh

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{What I'm listening to}

The Black Crowes - Hard to Handle



{Lyrics}

Baby here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta' come home with me

I have got some good old lovin'
And I got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on you
You gotta' come back for more

(Chorus)

Boys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but drugstore lovin'
Hey little thing let me light your candle
'Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now,
Gets around

Action speaks louder than words
And I'm a man of great experience
I know you've got another man
But I can love you better than him

Take my hand don't be afraid
I'm gonna prove every word I say
I'm advertising love for free
So you can place your ad with me

(Chorus)

Boys come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing but ten cent lovin'
Hey little thing let me light your candle
'Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now,
Gets around

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Repeat Chorus 1)

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