there was a motel in my little small home town called the lazy L motel. it was right across the street from this subway that we used to go eat sandwiches at after partying out on various dirt roads, which combined with driving was crazier than a run-over dog. anyway, i rememeber the lazy L painting the firebrick facade purple back in big cushing's more depressive times (namely the last 7 years) and me and my father talking about how gross it looked. but even without the paint, i knew the place was gross and well.... lazy. lots of unproductive people lounging around inside on those late nights with me and my friends across the street. we were lazy too, but we were in high school and thus had an excuse. my point being mrs. L, you are a lazy birdbrain!!!! acting like you were making up yr mind in this entry, laying out the pros and cons for us impressionable readers...when all the while, you already knew that there was not going to be any conference tomorrow.... there would be no lava java... there would be drinking and drinking
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