oh, and for the hell of it

[waider]

Who the hell are you, and why are you reading my journal? Comment as you see fit. I'm going to bed.

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[opadit.livejournal.com]

I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sitting on the porch with my fambly, singing and dancing, down in Mississippi.

I read your journal so I can say to people, "So I was talking to my friend in Ireland the other day," and to invite you to Philly as often as I can.