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.profile. .diaryland. .song. .story. .things. .records. .rings. .site. she came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand 2002-01-10 5:56 p.m. Everyone should own a pair of leather pants, I say. They're the most comfortable things in the world. I'm not even going anywhere tonight. I'm wearing leather because it feels good. Schwing. I'm actually looking forward to the remainder of my semester off. I picked up a copy of the Nashville Scene the other day, and my brain told me, Hey, you know, Nashville isn't such a bad place to live. I mean, I wouldn't want to set up permanent residence here, with so many parts of the world to explore. But it's very nice, all the same. I'm trying to narrow down my list of favourite musical artists to 50 for audiogalaxy, and it isn't working. Heading off to Woo U tomorrow morning to pick up all my junk. I'm scared that being there is going to depress the hell out of me. Maybe I'll run into Peter or Anne or Clay or Melissa or Mark before I go. When I get back on Saturday, it's time to rearrange the ol' room, get the ol' computer going, and relax a bit before going into the whirlwind that is work and intern-ing. Breathe, Morgan, Breathe.
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