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May 12, 2003-9:35 p.m. I am just the suckiest, y�all. I haven�t read anyone�s diary in probably a week. I keep hoping I�ll have time to catch up and then something happens and I end up not having any time. Larry and I spent Friday night at Beth�s. We were sitting out by the pool drinking and eating and drinking. Did I mention we were drinking? We had a radio out there we were listening to and when Marty Robbins� �Streets of Laredo� came on, we were all drunk enough to sing along enthusiastically. �. . .Wild as the west Texas wi-in-in-end. . .� Then, as if on cue, the dog across the alley started barking. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
