Okay, now I can really feel it...
The cold beer bottle in my hand, that is.
Now, if I could just find someplace doing karaoke, damn it...
Besides here, I mean.
lol...
Or "Dwight Live".
We'll see. In the meantime, I cracked open a beer the instant my tires hit the really loooong driveway and I'm almost scared to say that the physical reflex of holding a beer in just the right place on the console and all that that implies was so damned familiar... It's truly been years since I've done that, but... One of those things ya just don't forget, I guess. Why does beer taste so damned good when yer driving? Especially a Firebird?
Or, is that just me? I dunno... Gonna go back to the singing and Brain-be-gone, now... Peace Update about three and a half minutes later...
Went with Mr. Gatlin..... "Statues without hearts,
Stone with no feeling...
That's what we'll become, if we let love slip away..." "I don't wanna cry this early this morning.
But, cry I will, if you go thru with leaving me alone.
I don't wanna cry this early this morning,
So lay back down and love me and leave the leavin' to later on....." And so on.....
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now THAT'S what I call a post title.
Posted by: Mad William Flint at December 12, 2004 10:09 PM (14L/a)
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