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Valentine's Day 2009 Saturday, Feb. 14, 2009 - 12:12 a.m. There are a lot of things I'm curious about in life, and that's good. But something I don't think I wanna know is how this woman wiped her ass. I mean I guess she can NOW, but... hm. --- My Diaryland stuff is coming due again. I use other sites as well as Diaryland, and most are better than this one for less or no money. Still, this is home. I intend to be here at least one more year, so I guess I'll sign up again. --- Facebook has turned into one of those places where I could probably ferret out a significant amount of my fellow classmates from my graduating class. But I'm not sure I want to. With the exception of about half a dozen people I'd been side by side in class with since elementary and or junior high school, absolutely nobody in the 'top tier' of the perceived social strata paid the least bit of attention to me until my senior year, when I did two things. 1. I wore a t-shirt to my senior prom that said 'FORMAL' and arrived at the prom with my friend Chris Fritzsche who wore a t-shirt that said 'TUX' and 2. I performed an original song for the annual event called Senior Follies. Then suddenly EVERYBODY was my friend. Ain't that the way it always works. I figure I'll stay in touch with people who I was speaking to BEFORE my senior year. Everybody else can take a number. --- Heh. And on that loving note, Happy Valentine's Day. ---
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