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Friday, October 29, 2004
Ok, FINE, God, have it your way.
So, I guess I won't quit skool, given the vast forces that are being marshalled to keep me there. So far I've had random bits of scripture of the Be Not Afraid variety popping up, I've had people look me in the eye and tell me that it's not an option, and I've had really perky songs pop up in my random shuffle on Larry the iPod 2. Fine.
Of course, this means I get to practice my diaconal humility, aka grovel, because I have not done my homework. I think it will work out, though.
Although it does mean that I will not get to use my excellent post title, Deacon Skool dropout...go back to high school... but I'm providing it here for the Grease soundtrack song-bomb anyway. Man, I played that record into the fucking ground. One of the things that most scares me about parenthood is that I have some monstrous karmic payback waiting for my Annie phase. Let's see...if the current trend of pop-musicals keeps up, I can expect to be forced to listen to the original cast recording of Oops: The Britney Story until my ears bleed.
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