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Friday, March 17, 2006
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potatoes and petulance.
Those are the two greatest gifts that I have received from my Irish heritage.
Well, if you ignore my rosy complexion and odd love for telling long, drawn-out tales with little point.
Here's to everyone else of Irish descent -- a limerick for you....
There once was a girl named Meg
Who liked to eat toast and egg
But since the day she was born
She's wanted one thing in the morn
And it's coffee for which she'll beg.
Eh... I'll do better later.
- What is the condition of your ideal bed? Firm mattress? Lots of pillows? Quilts? Blankets? Tell us about it.
- Is the overly-thin young celebrity thing getting to you?
- Any good weekend plans?
- What one song did you want played/did you play/do you want played at your wedding?
- Do you believe in the literary canon? Are some works and authors more "important?"
- Do you relish or despise keeping secrets?
- Have you ever emailed something to a co-worker that you immediately regretted sending?
- Are you wearing perfume or cologne right now? What kind?
- Have you cried in the past two weeks?
- How are you going to support my Irishness today?
7:10:43 AM 
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i got nothin'.For now.
Tomorrow is a big day. Need to rest. Am desperately hoping my body shuts down for a couple hours.
I promise a HUGE post this weekend. Thanks for coming by, guys.
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12:47:55 AM
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