Finally, he leaves. But only after he talks on his cellphone for a full five minutes in the LOUDEST VOICE POSSIBLE to the person waiting downstairs for him.
Arrrgh.
Thursday, August 21, 2003
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...
And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme
...
(Simon & Garfunkel, Kathy's Song)
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