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If one searches back in time far enough, he'll find a sunlit dewy morning when the word fail was still just a verb and had yet to acquire noun status. I pronounced that, "state-us," in my head, which is what happens when a guy from Guilford County uses one instead of you, by the bye.
There's a kid playing in front of his grandparents' house, if you look closer and can squint through all that sunlight and dew, and that kid's me. Please don't tell that kid about what's going to befall fail; he can only handle so much at a time... and at the time in question he's decked out in short pants that showcase his prominent kneecaps.
His grandparents have told him that his kneecaps resemble Pilot Mountain, and suffering from an acute and budding-- and, as it turns out, lifelong-- case of egomania, he takes this as a compliment.
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Green
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Aug. 15th, 2008 @ 02:41 am
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Hey, guess what!
My favorite color's green!
That's the Cliff's Notes version of the following entry. But, if anyone would like to know more...
...it all started with a balloon.
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Dogs
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Jan. 27th, 2007 @ 01:16 am
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There are faces and there are faces, but the dilemma bothering me right now is, what defense do I have against that most dreaded and powerful and heart-gripping of all, the Handsome Mug?
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