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i don't know how to be me
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sorry about that . . .
. . . previous post. You need to cleanse your palate with something
pretty
. That whole truck thing-- I'm starting to put together a theory that
America
is
not classy
.
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I hope someday my author's picture on a book jacket has as thoughtful an expression.
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I wish I was younger and hotter; then you'd see the real me.
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