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Name: Thomas John
Country: United States
State: Mississippi
Metro: Starkville
Birthday: 11/12/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: Being on the stage (either with the concert choir, Runnin' With Scissors, whatever play is going on at the time, or playing gigs), Hot Rods, Art, being a drummer, breathing, Mississippi State University, pretending I'm in the Swiss Guard......also included are polish sausage, Cube, coffee straws, Osk Kosh B'Gosh, tube socks, Emmit Brown, Mithril underwear, eschewing obfuscation, and Jefferson Starship
Expertise: Waking up, doing homework, paying tuition, etc.... eating mayonaise sandwhiches, cleaning pots, eating cupcakes, watching my hair grow, annoying people, procrastination, and being a Dancing Queen.... Ta-DA!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Computers (Software)
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  modernrodder
MSN: the_wud
Member Since:
9/11/2003
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| I'm back after a super long hiatus. A lot of stuff is going to come out now. Enjoy the coming frantic wordness in the next few weeks.
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| the flu. I'm home from work today and it is incredibly suck. I haven't felt this horrible in a long time. In fact, the last time I felt this bad I had someone phenomenal to take care of me, which leads me to a train of thought.
I really miss The Lakehouse in Starkville.
Not so much, the actual house, but the memories that were made in it. It is so weird that the last year in school after that house just kind of seem dull. That year of my life was incredibly exciting. I mean, when I moved to Starkville everything was new. The new apartment (with Jimmy and Dan), the new friends, etc.. But for some reason, everything pales in comparison to that year of my life. I can still remember everything about that house, because every square inch of it was associated with some memory.
I remember when I made a huge confession sitting on my bed in that house.
I remember holding someone's hand the first time while they slept on my porch.
I remember EVERYTHING about the greatest Halloween party ever.
I remember sweeping that horrible concrete floor while singing with my best friend.
I remember the worst cupboard known to mortal man.
I remember the aftermath of Jonette's birthday party.
I remember relationships being made in that house.
I remember relationships ending in that house.
Everything in that year of my life was a whirlwind.
Last weekend I got a slight taste of what that felt like again, and it was amazing.
I can only hope to have that feeling again, and this time it last for a long long time.
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HAI 2 U ALL!
Grace, I changed phone numbers and need yours again...
Same with you.. you know who you are... we need to talk... and did you have another child?!?!?!?!
Incongruent English crits you for loss of intelligence.
Intelligence fades.
You die.
You suffer 10% durability loss.
T.J.
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| and I'm completely losing it. This is such a struggle atm.
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