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| Alright, it is true. I've missed you, ms. xanga. And yes, I will personify you.
I have been reading the KJV and some Shakespeare. It makes me want to slow down and speak very thoughtfully and elegantly. No matter what anyone says regarding the KJV, I think I am falling in love with it. Shhh...don't tell. So I admit it. Just go and read through I and II Samuel. That shit is crazy. Damn, there I go, ruining my eloquence.
pfft. Also, I started blogging on blogspot. It just isn't as user friendly as mr. xanga. Now it is a mr.
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| Don't know where, don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day
I think I had a dream about posting the lyrics to this song as sung by J.R. Cash. Sometimes I like to refer to him as that, just because of that movie about his life. Anyways, this all feels incredibly like deja vou, something I don't even believe in! Maybe I do though.
Everything is moving full speed ahead. Today while working at the kiosk, I was reading some Gutierrez for my Liberation Theology class, and this nice little old man came up and we began to talk about the variety of teas, hot chocolate (ok, one variety: swiss miss), and coffee that I sell, and he looked at the book I was reading and said "I met him once. That's about all I can say on that subject." I am sure this nice little old man once was a professor here, but I am not sure.
I came to the library to work on a sermon outline, but instead I've emailed, chatted, and updated xanga. Here's to another wasted night full of good intentions,of which I hear the road to hell is paved with. Too bad!
xoxoxo,
abi
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| My friend Nathan and I used to work together. First, we both cleaned a factory. Nathan got us fired, because he didn't clean my section when I left for vacation. Or was that my brother who was covering for us? That's neither here nor there because we hated that job anyways. The factory was huge and dark and full of sewing machines and material to make suits. Nathan would scare the SHIZNIT out of me, but not on purpose. We had to vacuum, so I couldn't ever hear a damn thing. Not one. So, usually while trying to get my attention, I'd freak out because I'm just jittery and jumpy like that. There was this little old security guard who did the rounds and scared me too. His name was Robert, and he had great war stories from WWII, always talking about the Germans. I wonder if he's still alive. I just don't know, but I like to think that he's still out there, making the rounds in the factory. Or maybe retired and enjoying some lemonade on his porch. That would be nice.
Then, Nathan and I both worked at Goody's Family Clothing together. This was terrible, because we always asked off for the same dates for mission trips, youth camp, etc. Of course, our bosses couldn't deny us! We were doing the Lord's work, der! Nathan would always get me to help him to his work, i.e. fold men's polo shirts and jeans, organize the ties and wallets. He sometimes helped me if I promised to buy him some ice cream. That was our friendship in a nutshell. No, not really. But maybe yes, I dunno.
Good night, internet. Love to you!
over and out,
Abi
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this is a picture Janel sent me. teehee.
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Absentee ballots don't get counted till way after the fact. Lets contemplate this. Phooey.
Has everyone read Focus on the Family's latest letter from the future??! Its atrociously amazing! Vomit. Barf. Gag. Its a little lengthy, but basically, if Obama is elected, then...dum dum dum...Christians will lose all of their freedom and we will no longer be a Christian nation and everyone will migrate to Australia!! WTF. This is, like I said, atrocious. There have been some good responses, like this one. I need to find some more.
And, in support of my friends:
THE FRO
Now, a comment from Janel posted about a year ago:
Amy wants me to tell you hi. She said "Please type in the computer 'Amy loves Antle Abi' and write her 'Do you want to come to the beach?' and pobalee she'll say yes because she likes the beach and write her 'do you want to come to my burfday on October tenty fust?' and pobalee she'll say yes because we're going to Chuck E Cheese " And then she said that she ate all her food and could she please have a cookie? And I gave her one.
We miss you.
And I miss you, now.
Sigh. Everything is better this week. I have lovely darling friends who have listened and been a source of comfort.
over and out,
Antle Abi
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