June 23rd, 2005

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Fifteen men on a dead man's chest!
Cutlass or pistol?
What is the name of your pirate ship?
Where is your secret pirate base?
What kind of loot do you prefer?
What do you and your crew prefer to be called?
Parrot or monkey?
Argh!
Your capable first matebutterfairy
Your bumbling cabin boy with a heart of goldgranolasquirrel
The aloof, yet honorable, pirate with a mysterious pastkeelykins
Is always the first one into the frayfahye
Is the naval officer who ruthlessly pursues your shipbabb_chronicles
Is the comical pirate who is always drunk on grogjigglesthefett
Is currently in Davy Jones's lockerursulav
The amount of money you make as a pirate$119,189
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Blah. Just blah.

The only thing even remotely good about today so far is I cleaned the entryway (killing numerous crawlies with my broom and my mighty powers of eek) and did the dishes. I plan on sweeping the kitchen and wiping down the counters later.

Also, a while ago, I heard what sounded like a T-rex outside Keely's bedroom window. Then I realized it was the dump truck. That was pretty cool.

Otherwise, just blah. BLAH I SAY.

For the next couple of weeks, Keely's folk'll be here, so I may not be on as much (chatting, reading my f-list, etc.) though I will still be checking my email-n-stuff. Not that it would hurt me to take a break from the computer. Not physically, anyhow. Emotionally, I may be damaged beyond repair.

Anyway. BLAH.
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Just heard this song on the radio. Made me cry.

Where've You Been? by Kathy Mattea

Claire had all but given up,
When she and Edwin fell in love.
She touched his face and shook her head,
In disbelief, she sighed and said:
"In many dreams I've held you near,
"Now, at last, you're really here.

"Where've you been?
"I've looked for you forever and a day.
"Where've you been?
"I'm just not myself when you're away."

He asked her for her hand for life,
And she became a salesman's wife.
He was home each night by eight,
But one stormy evening, he was late.
Her frightened tears fell to the floor,
Until his key turned in the door.

"Where've you been?
"I've looked for you forever and a day.
"Where've you been?
"I'm just not myself when you're away."

They'd never spent a night apart,
For sixty years, she heard him snore.
Now they're in a hospital,
In separate beds on different floors.

Claire soon lost her memory,
Forgot the names of family.
She never spoke a word again,
Then one day, they wheeled him in.
He held her hand and stroked her hair,
In a fragile voice she said:

"Where've you been?
"I've looked for you forever and a day.
"Where've you been?
"I'm just not myself when you're away."
"No, I'm just not myself when you're away."


What the HELL is that all about? Stupid weepy songs.