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But my hand was made strong by the hand of the Almighty...
11:34 a.m. | 2003-03-27 4-on-4 basketball yesterday was good even though the Meadowview mentors fell to Kiwana 21-18. I only got 2 points. Dan got like 14 for us. He is so damned good. Kiwana just shot better all around. Everyone but me had pizza afterwards. I asked quite sardonically if they got meat lovers. They didn't. It was all cheese, hahahaha. I'm still waiting for the day someone out of the blue takes my veganism into consideration. To this day, people ask me if I want stuff with cheese on it or fish. It is humorous and sort of sad. So is life. No issue is greater than a relationship, my Momma says. Last night I was listening to the dripping sink and writing some mad vocal rhythms along with it. It was like freestyle without words. Am I the only one who does that? I wrote some rap lyrics last night (it was rap in my head). I don't claim to be good, hahahaha. Here they are: You say you can't believe me/ And that you can't leave me/ Well, sweet child, where does that leave me?/ In the car, in the tub, on the couch, on the floor/ What kinda suckuh is it you mistake me for? Why did I write that? I have never been in that kind of relationship or know remotely how it feels. Oh, I know! I am imaginative, woooo, I was worried for a second, hahahaa. I am going. |