I have quite a hankering to hear "The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia."

Uh, also, I want to sing in an alt.bluegrass, alt.mountainfolk, alt.jamboree band. Or just sit around barefoot in a cotton sundress with straw in my hair and shake a shaker while the band plays. I'm not picky.

I've stopped deleting the grow-yourself-a-bigger-harder-wang spams, because I think I'm gonna use the content or at least the subjects to cut and paste a little found poem. For handmade valentines! The people in charge of sending those things are getting downright creative.

(If you know what movie that quote up there is from, then you get a big ol' kiss. Or a hug, your choice.)