FYI, for now I am back from ESPN Sports Center and listening to Afghan Whigs and wondering, yet again after listening to this disc a million times, how Greg Dulli nailed my bio.
When Grandmom dies, I will probably turn inside out. And start making my blog interesting. Today she asked if I had a black suit. And if I didn't she would buy me one.
Morbid.
I countered with the fact that she helped raise a boy who got money and bought his own $1,200 Calvin Klein black suit. How nice of me.
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