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Friday, July 04, 2003 Really wish my archives were working.... :( Sadly the fish I was looking after passed away. So very very very sad. It's Guess That Song time again: ....You're on a mission, and you're wishin' someone could cure your lonely condition. Lookin' for love in all the wrong places, no fine girls, just ugly faces. From frustration, first inclination, is to become a monk and leave the situation. But ever dark tunnel has a light, I hope, so don't hang yourself with a celibate rope. New movie's showin', so you're goin', could care less about the five you're blowin'. Theatre gets dark just to start the show, then you spot a fine woman sittin' in your row. She's dressed in yellow, she says hello, come sit next to me ya fine fellow....posted by AJ | 3:52 PM | | ||
