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| Hello Xanga....
I just have to say, that when you're out of the US, even in a country as idealic as Japan, the banner ads advertise easy ways to get into the US. It cracks me up. | | |
| Oh my poor neglected Xanga. I'll try to relieve it's loneliness with my address, which Francie requested in a comment some months ago (ie last time I updated). Here I am:
3-13-14 Nagaonishimachi, Hirakata City
Osaka, Japan 573-0162
be sure not to get the 13 and 14 mixed up, should you use it.
"Don't pay taxes, spend it on the funk!" | | |
| Hey! Check the junk-mail folders of your hotmail accounts, you might find an e-mail from me there. And turn off those filters, they do more harm than good. | | |
| I'm tired, but I don't want to go to sleep. Today was the groundbreaking ceremony for Phase II at Bush. Rich donor parents dug with golden shovels, and a multitude of kids representing all the grades went at the soft, crumbly dirt with little plastic shovels. What nobody mentioned was that the only reason that the dirt in that spot was soft and crumbly was because Ricky and I had hacked it into tenderness for a couple hours earlier that day. It was as solid as concrete before that. So basically people were digging up ground that we had dug up and then put back loosely. No one will remember this ceremony or care in about 5 years, but we were the technical breakers of the ground today. | | |
| I feel like updating this mother...
Last night I was quite out of it, up at 3:30 and staggering into the bathroom on the 4th floor of Terry because I had business to take care of. And standing there at the sinks was a guy wearing the exact same big brown Domo-kun shirt that I had on at that moment. It was a highly improbable but very entertaining coincidence. | | |
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