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I'm a very bad blogger.

one. I can't imagine that any of you out there in internetland could really care about anything I have to say. I think a lot of you folks are very interesting. I am less so.

two. I kind of have a life. And I'm learning how to wakeboard. This is unusual, because I am a notorious couch potato. I am notoriously potato-ish. But in this awkwardness of post-college life it makes me feel more present and alive than I've ever felt. I can feel my muscles aching after years of little use. I can see my skin browning after hours of careless time spent in the sun (JB calls me his African queen). I hope this doesn't bite me in the ass, and ends up being the death of me, or the cause of some sort of crippling injury.

three. I feel crazy talking to myself, like this, on the internet.

P.S. Does anyone out there have problems with uncontrollable rage? Just wondering.

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Ten hours
with the AC off because you
smoke and we'll roll
the windows down anyway,

we'll pick up your friend in
a town that reminds me
a little bit of to kill a mockingbird and,
I'm not sure why.

The music's good, yeah but
I'd rather hear you talk about those
Iowans who never learned to highway drive or
maybe, they don't have somebody waiting
at home.