Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

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I wrote that title several hours ago, and now have no idea what song I was singing in my head at the time, but I'm going to let it stand. I think it was something with a lot of bass.... if you recognize it, please let me know. It's now driving me insane. I had lunch with my girlfriend Laura today (the one of future Road More Travelled fame), and she says 'well, how are you going to decide what to write about today?'

And I, all cocky like, say 'something will come to me. It always does.'

Nothing's coming.

See? That's what being cocky gets you.

Let this be a lesson to us all. But mostly me.

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