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You want to know even MORE about me? Wow. You're crazier than Mew. o_O Ok, Fine. Here's the link to my journal.
If you REALLY feel a need to make me remember you were here....then I guess you can sign my guestbook. If you want to see who else recorded their presence here, you can always
read my guestbook.
So far, the only link I've got to someone else's page is to
 Funny how that is. ^^ This page has music, you can either hear it or not, depends on your system. Sprites found at http://www.pink-cloud.nu/primadonna/ http://www.geocities.com/stoker1439/hdl/orphanage.html http://www.members.shaw.ca/korinchan/adoptee/ http://www25.brinkster.com/antipode/sprites.html and a few others. I er...have to find the urls. =^_^'=
This song has a strange personal meaning to me, whether it be that I grew up in Indiana, or that...well, never mind, it would take too long to explain.
Lyrics To "Mary Jane's Last Dance"
She grew up in an Indiana town,
Had a good-lookin' mama who never was around.
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights.
Well, she moved down here at the age of eighteen.
She blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen.
I was introduced and we both started groovin'.
I said, "I dig you baby, but I got to keep movin' on.
Keep movin' on."
Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain.
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm tired of this town again.
Well, I don't know, but I've been told,
You never slow down, you never grow old.
I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of going down,
Tired of myself, tired of this town.
Oh, my, my. Oh, hell, yes.
Honey, put on that party dress.
Buy me a drink, sing me a song.
Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long.
Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain.
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm tired of this town again.
There's pigeons down on Market Square.
She's standin' in her underwear,
Lookin' down from a hotel room.
Nightfall will be comin' soon.
Oh, my, my. Oh, hell, yes.
You got to put on that party dress.
It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone.
I hit my last number and walked to the road.
Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain.
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm tired of this town again.

Yay! I won first place in the webbie contest! ^________^
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