Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Happy Birthday To Me
My birthday celebration will be giving thanks for each of YOU. My birthday is only good because my loved ones are THE BEST. I shall spend this day counting my blessings of family and friends, starting with my precious mommy who gave all 10 lbs and 14 oz of me birth 59 years ago.
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holy crap you were a biggin'!
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