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feeling: bored
listening to: Cowboy Bebop - PAPA Plastic
Ok. Tonight I went with my parents to a play at my former hig school, right? The play was in the "old gym", which is on the second floor. So we were heading upstairs - Dad first, me behind him, and Mom behind me - and we were just getting to the top, entering the middle of the gym itself (middle as in between the main floor and the 'bleachers'...not really bleachers but yeah), in plain view of everyone seated within... when my mom, behind me, pipes up "Your pants are dirty!" and... begins to brush off my butt with her hand. *twitch* I'm just hitting the top of the stairs at this point, so I whirl around to escape her hand and give her a death glare, nearly knocking over a table or something in the process. And in response, she says this... "How did your pants get dirty?? It brushed right off, but still..."
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Ye gods, and here I thought when I turned 20 this past June that I was getting too OLD...
In other news, if you tried to look at the pics strategically linked in my post below, you may notice that they don't show up. Sorry. If this isn't fixed within a day or two, I'll try something different. *puts on Dad's steel-toed work boots and kicks Ofoto into the next decade*
~EDIT!~ Ok, the pics in the post below work now. I moved 'em.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 11/09/2002 09:13:00 PM
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