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Sunday Night

17 June 2007 One Comment

Sunday nights can be so depressing because the weekends are sooo much better than Monday. This weekend I had a great Father’s Day dinner with my family, went tubing down the Delaware River, had a great massage, and had my ears candled (more on that later probably). My jumpoff was fun, but he and I ran into my father who remarked “He looks like your ex-boyfriend,” and meanwhile my jumpoff saw a picture of my ex and remarked “He looks like your father,” all of which made me realize that all of my boys look kinda like each other and in doing so like my father, which is so much more cliche than I’d rather be bothered with. All in all though, I feel tanned, relaxed, and Freudianly sound.

They had the nerve to give me actual work this week so posting may be slow but not nonexistent. Good luck beating the Monday blues…

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    How dare you put two great men in the same catagory as a JO? Its and honor and a priveledge to look like the professor.

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