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So will mean streaks melt or what? I just figured that if even one or two people send him a postcard or whatever, that it will at least let him know he's not forgotten.

It says that everybody can see that one album..if it really doesnt work, I can post up some pics later when I get home to my computer..

Politics schmolitics...I only converse with people over the topic of pizza vs nachos.

Eh, that's too much work..Its easier to just link the entire album and let people look that way.

I don't know how to post pics off of facebook anymore. Some junk I've made. http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1510600336147.2065087.1568520195

If by cheating on him, you mean I am going to eat cake without him...then you are totally correct.

His folks came to see him before he shipped out. They told him not to be a hero. If he saw trouble, to turn the other way and run. Forrest Gump got the same advice.

As many of you know, R@ndom is a military man. He recently got deployed to Afghanistan for a year. Doing whatever they do over there, stomping through the desert or whatever. So I'll be sending care packages and stuff like that. If any of you jerks want to not be jerks and send him a postcard or care package...get at me and I'll give you his address. As for me, I am back in Austin. Getting back to a normal life. Not doing much of anything I think people would be interested in hearing. Going to school parties at an elementary school. Pool parties. Bike rides. Sleep overs with my niece. Eating cake. Just regular people stuff. This week I'm going to buy some supplies and get back into making those glass mosaics that I like to make. Hopefully I can con people into buying them and I'll be able to get rich. Or at least be able to afford my hobbies. So that's that. Write dude a letter. What else do you have to do with your time?

actually, that's not entirely true. I'd probably let a number of yall sleep on my couch if you happened to end up on my door step.

There's no way I would hang out with any of you in real life. I prefer to meet creeps on craigslist.

I used to date a guy who made homemade CFS. It was said that they were the best around. But he tried to strangle me one night. So my friend hit him in the head with a cast iron skillet. He left town, but word travels fast around these parts and some buddies in San Antonio intercepted his escape. He did make it out of Texas...only minus his front teeth. He also had stupid tattoos on his face, so it wasn't like they destroyed his chances of success. I may not eat meat...but I can make the best pan of cream gravy you will ever eat. I will place money on this. I hear Threadgill's in Austin does it right. I can't see how that info could be wrong because everything I have ever eaten from there has always been totally fucking delicious.

Cream gravy is one of my favorite food groups. its versatile and makes anything you put it on taste a million times better.

I wouldn't mind being friends with this guy. He sounds like he'd be pretty fun to have around.

I got a stick and poke done in a shop. It looks way better than the stick and pokes done on my couch.

The same thing happened to me. I ended up in prison for two years. The hardest part of it was all the foreign object penetration in the showers. You might as well kill yourself now...prison will eat you alive.

flan.

sitting on my mom's couch in a white t and underwear, watching Shutter Island with a serious case of hiccups.

I would post a pic of myself, but you jerks can't handle the amount of cuteness that I exude. Today I got told I looked like I was going to a yacht party. It's how I do.

Yep. He pretty much knows what he's doing..so that's good enough for me. With the money I'm gonna save, I'll be able to buy a stack of pizzas.

If it makes you feel any better, I just split a Cinnabon with these two kids and now we're playing Wii Mario Kart. I wanted to get tattooed, but it's looking like I have to find some time to sneak away.

http://austin.craigslist.org/art/2366049860.html "I pretty much know what I'm doing" So legit.

Grody. I'm talking about that facial hair. Shave that junk off...it's 2011 already. I'm gonna send those nerds a message and invite them to hang out with me. Nothing good will come of it.

Marry a rich broad.

I quit my job to move back to Austin. I haven't much looked for work since being back. I sure need to change that. Being broke ain't my thang.

This sure ain't cool. Not cool at all.