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Whipped Ahh... I'm back, and I'm better than ever. Actually that was a complete and total lie (as if something that's complete isn't total?). But anyway, I'm pooey. Not, er, literally. I've got one heckuva headache, which comes from being out in the sun too long. It's all my parent's fault. Slave labor is a pain. Kiddin! We went to the horse races. Yeah buddy, I'm a gamblin' fool. Maybe just a fool. I, of course, wasn't allowed to bet, as there are laws against it. They fear that I may become corrupted early on. Little do "they" know that it's far too late for them to worry about that. And anyway, my parents bet for me and I got to keep my winnings. Woopie! I won the first race too. Hee. Made $20.50. Not too shabby for my first time out. Of course, I lost the rest of the time, but it was fun. Minus the pounding and dizzying headache that's now playing in Dolby Surround in both of my eye sockets. But, y'know...can't be too picky. Also, if you've noticed a sharp increase of quotage lately, and are not impressed or in any way shape or form happy about it, I apologize. I will keep the quote to a max of two. And that's only if two stick out to me. I'm happy. I made double my allowance today. Woopie Doopie. Once my head stops spinning I'll try and count the money again. <-Ghost-> Song: Unknown-Lifehouse (performing it tomorrow in church) Quote (only one!) TARA: Horsies! WILLOW: Tara! GILES: Weapons? SPIKE: Hello! You're driving one! WILLOW: Don't hit the horsies! BUFFY: (to Willow) We won't! (quietly, to Giles) Aim for the horsies. |
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