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Feb 27, 2004 06:11

A few weeks ago, at the closing night cast party for Evita, I was told the longest and probably most impressive story of my young life. Several Absolut Citron & 7ups in, I’d already accosted most of those around me with my perpetual chant “tell me stories”. Most merely provided pitiable attempts, and Madelynn, tired and having exhausted her ( Read more... )

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gryn February 27 2004, 04:54:26 UTC
If I could just taste one sip of an answer,
Maybe I could break out of this drunkard's prison.
I'm homesick for a place I might have never seen.
Something more than these old feet brought me here,
So these feet can't take me away.
No I didn't get here on my own,
Whoever brought me here's gonna have to bring me home.

I'm a thousand miles from the chimera I chase.
Home is a sadness, not a place.

Jason Webley - Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

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Do you really expect me to read all that? rielyn March 2 2004, 09:01:49 UTC
He came up with that on the spot? Jeeze...

In any case, lookie Tara, I got a livejournal too now!

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Re: Do you really expect me to read all that? smiletara March 3 2004, 16:28:57 UTC
hehe- welcome my dear, I've friended you and will now proceed to stalk you :)

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