Thursday, 2006 April 27 3:12 AM CDT — Siloam Springs, Arkansas UNITED STATES
So, yeah, I would just prefer not to be alive at this moment. There was a reason why I hated photographs. When you find yourself the victim of a awkward looking photograph (which, to quote my often quoted phrase, isn't what it looks like), you just don't want to live anymore. End of story.
Unless Andrew could find it in his heart to delete it. Maybe?
Well, good news: I was on a nationally syndicated podcast this evening. Let's just hope that I didn't make too much of a fool of myself appearing on a conseverative, right-wing talkshow.
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