I pieced together my first frame for stretching canvas today and realized that none of the angles are right, literally, right angles, get it? Ahh.. It's definitely going to look like shit, but that's life. You gotta be proud of your shit.

Today Xanga asked me if I wanted to change my username. "Are you tired of being funnylegsmagee?" Am I tired of being funnylegsmagee? Really? Am I tired of being who I've always been? Or the person I used to be, but with whom I continue to identify? That's getting pretty heavy, Xanga. You keep yourself in line.
The advertisement on the right read, "Live. Love. you don't have forever."
Damn.

Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

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