a mediocre dreamer

But I get turned around
I mistake my happiness for blessing
But I'm blessed as the poor
Still I judge success by how I'm dressing

So keep 'em coming, these lines on the road
And keep me responsible, be it a light or heavy load
And keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes.

----"faith my eyes" by caedmon's call

i just got back from a 4 hour anatomy lab. the whole time i was sitting with two cadavers just kickin it behind me. the stench was making my eyes cross. we opened them up at the end of class, moving around the intestines, peeling off their back muscles... kind of unnerving that all i could think about was how hungry i was. mark of a true fat guy.

now here's something you don't hear everyday:
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Hey Karen,

I was watching "King of the Hill" today and I came to an earth-shattering
conclusion.

YOU are the living, breathing, real-life representation of PEGGY HILL. Watch
an episode and don't tell me that you disagree!


roy
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((-_-))

ladies, as we embark on yet another school year let us thoughtfully deliberate over a few wise words inspired by the WB's Reba:

"at our age it isn't even a pool anymore...it's like a puddle. And the puddle is small, so give him a call."

think possibilities and make some progress. pickiness isn't gonna get us anywhere.