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this. I was just like, staring at it for an hour. During that hour, several things crossed my mind; 1) Why the hell can't I tear my eyes away; 2) What was this guy ON; 3) I really want to pet one. That's right, I want to pet a Boohbah.
And, yes, my Thanksgiving was lovely. Leave it to my family to talk about sump pumps and mammograms over Thanksgiving dinner. I'm surprised no one attempted to belch the national anthem. But I'm thankful that no one did.
After dinner, we moved on to bigger and better things. And by we, I mean those not discussing sewage systems; and by better things, I mean Halo 2.
I also broke a bass string, but here's the best part: it was the B string. How did I manage? I'm just that awesome on a 5-string. That, or it was wound too tight.
But let's go with the former, kay?
I'm getting a little impatient, though. I couldn't get a string yesterday because of the holiday. And I couldn't get one today because the music center closed at 5... which is when I got off work. SO. I have to wake my ass up early tomorrow and go get more strings, and then I have to go to my grandpap's so he can help me with my car. And then work.
It's times like these when I miss Wichita. Even the grocery store sold bass strings.
At least I can still play, it's just like a wittle 4-string. How cuuute.
Angelot says: let's go thru the car wash and pretend we're fish.
Jen says: but Kaci would always rub her ass all over the carpet.
Jen says: which is why we kept her outside.
I says: ya. grandmas can be senile like that.
Angelot says: i can't find the Q
~scribbled by jen sometime around 8:41 PM
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