| Okay, Xanga told me I had to sign in or they would delete my blog. Classy.
So I visited my page to find there's a big ad on the left side now. Classy.
And when I logged in, I looked everywhere and couldn't find the link to make a new post, so I had to edit an old one. Fucking classy.
Hopefully my writing is safe for a while and I won't have to log in to this horrible place again.
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| I used to hate cashews. It took me a while to figure out why. I mean, come on, they're delicious.
I think I've traced it back to one Christmas at my grandparents' house. There was a tin of nuts on the coffee table and I grabbed a handful and shoveled them in my mouth. I had assumed these nuts were peanuts (because, honestly, to an eight year old kid, what else is there?) but they weren't. As I chewed I picked up another one and turned it over and over in my hand. It was curvy and tasted different. I made sure nobody was looking - it's easy to disappear among wine-addled adults on a holiday - and spit the whole mouthful into the wastebasket.
I don't think I ate another cashew for about ten years. And it wasn't necessarily because they didn't taste good. It's because they fooled me, and I resented them.
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| There once was a Xanga of Ira's
That made all the young ladies cry-ras
He wrote it at night
At the next morning's light
He found that his house was on fire-as*
*Disclaimer: my house is not really on fire-as
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| Joey Wray
6/1/2004 - 5/28/2007
I'll miss you and your big silly feet. |
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| I got new glasses this week. This is a photograph of me wearing them.
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