Monday, October 03, 2005 I have planned our afternoon together
Today, a man called my work place and kept saying "saloon" instead of "salon." What is the street address of your saloon? What is the name of your saloon?
I wish I knew.
My saloon is out there somewhere, waiting. My special purpose is there, too, sitting at the bar, wearing chaps and spurs. Norm!
Roller skating practice isn't 'til tomorrow, and I don't know what to do with myself. Let's see if my internet will let me post this, and then let's see if there's any candy corn left. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 10/03/2005 04:54:00 PM
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