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Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Just kidding. I have a little time you see, and I'm not a rock star just yet, so...I will update the site a bit more. In this spirit of the updating, I will share a little song with you that popped in my head thismorning. I drove Meghan to school and sang it to her. For some reason, she didn't seem to think it was as good as I did. Now, at days end, I can't quite remember the tune, but I DO remember the lyrics and here they are: Cyote Man, Cyote Man being the best coyte that he can Cyote Man, Cyote Man Please don't eat babies tonight He's proud to be one of the wild dogs he's running through deserts and jumping logs Oh Coyte Man, Cyote Man Please don't eat babies tonight He's scarin' cowboys by their campfires If they say other wise then they are liars He incurrs their wrath and don't need a bath but please don't eat babies tonight So, anyways, that's pretty much all I made up. I thought it was nice. What do you think? Oh, and I took the tests on Nicks website. I am apparently 92% southern, more than Nicks 83%, but that may just be because I am married and therefore live with a girl and therefore have seen both the Ya Ya Siterhood and Sweet Home Alabama. Yesn. I am also some character whose name I can't remember now on the Hungry Aqua Young People Team thing (yes, I know that's not the reeeeel name) but just look in the comments on his page (imaging link here if I knew how to do one but there should be one at the side of this page thanks to Peeg who knows how to do such fancy things when I haven't the slightest notion whew I need to take a breath or at least imagine doing so since this is a really long run on sentence and if I were saying it I would have run out of breath by now and probably ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppao;fdjklm, pass out. ouch. 3/11/2003 09:21:00 PM Yeah, I'd update my site, but I'm to busy recording songs on my fancy pants digital 8 track and trying to be a rock star and stuff so, CYA! 3/11/2003 09:03:00 PM |
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