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Twitterings of the me.

  • 11:18 Awake. Dressed. Dad is apparently buying breakfast. Sometimes, I love my famhly. #
  • 11:22 Okay, I’m apparently also going to the grandparents’ place. #
  • 13:32 Gonna swing by the grocery store, then back to the parentals’. #
  • 13:52 Or maybe it’s home via somewhere else. Zuh? #
  • 15:15 Officially at the parents’ place. That only took forever. #
  • 16:01 Me, to dad at the computer: “You playing poker?” Dad: “Nope, just a card game. Not poker, though.” way to be specific. #

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categories Twitter | November 16, 2008 by James

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