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If life is a dance, then work is the stage its danced on.

Monday, November 19th, 2007

I have no idea what that means. It was just in my head. You will have to excuse me. Short sentences are acceptable for my current state of mind. I have been working 16 hour shifts since last wednesday. that equates to 79 hours since last monday. Thats a lot of time in the hospital. Don’t get me wrong, I love working at MUSC. I am just very, very, tired. I am actually at work right now. Actually I am past the point of tired. I am  …mmm …..dillusional. AHAHAHAH…..mmm…yes….dillusional. Thats the word.. Enjoi!

I need some time with a video camera. SAC show needs a new show. ANd I have just the weekend for it. Can we say turkey day? I dont know what im thinking right now…. but it involves a turkey….a baster….. the boys….. and who knows…. carnage? mayhem? a night on the town plundering innocent tourists of their turkey loving freedom!?!??!!? I sure as heck hope soooo…………

FOR THE QUEEN!

The Origins of Shinyyyy…

Tuesday, July 17th, 2007

Back in the day Skytso owned what was known to many as the Brown Mass. Given that this story is from a good while back, probably 2001, 2002, or possibly 2003, the details are somewhat foggy in my mind… If you could find it in your hearts to forgive I would greatly appreciate it. Anywho, the Brown Mass was parked at David’s house while he was somewhere else, I’m thinking work (although I don’t know why he didn’t have the car with him, see - foggy details).
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