"Well, I thought about the Army
Dad said, 'Son, you're fuckin' high'".........
From "Army", by Ben Folds Five
Right now, this song is about the only thing that cheers me up. I put it on "repeat", crank it up, and dance around the kitchen. Is fun.
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You can e-mail me at rockycat24@yahoo.com
About Me
- rockygrace
- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
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February
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- Guest Post!
- Howdy, Y'all!
- Disconnect
- I Wanna Be Sedated
- Army
- Thank You
- Rocky
- Green
- There Is, Indeed, A "List"
- Rocky Update
- Right Now
- Maybe a Cough Drop Would Help?
- But Isn't That What Blogging Is?
- Garbage
- Just a Quick Question
- Random
- Now He's Literally Trying to Kill Me
- Vote Early and Often!
- It's That Time of Year
- Chatterers
- I Don't Even Know What That Is
- Philly, I'm Warning You
- Donut Quiz
- Not Wallowing In It
- OH NO YOU DON'T .....
- Grounded
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