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Sunday, June 13, 2004
If you wonder why I love Ben Folds, this is one of the many reason:
"I'm really not complaining
I realize it's just a job
And I hate hearing belly-aching rockstars
Whine and sob
'Cause I could be bussing tables
I could well be pumpin' gas
Yeah, but I get paid much finer
For playin' piano and kissin' ass"
If I don't go see him on July 7th, I think I'll end up staying home with my cat and a quart of Ben and Jerry's. Not like there's anything wrong with that (YES THERE IS) but for the sake of my sanity, children, I need to get tickets. Who's with me?
8:32 PM | Jacquie |
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