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How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy
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Hi. I'm just a plain happy Remy. Yay happy remy. Last night, Sarah and I grabbed Cate and went to watch Greg at an open mike night at the Larkin. Greg did extremely well, sounded great, and I like the songs he did, but no offense to my dear friend Greg, my favorite act of the night was that woman who was on as we left. Real powerful voice, very lounge jazzy stuff.

Poor Sarah... she's been avoiding Ray, and he finally called from a different number, so she couldn't flag him on the caller ID.

Anywho, afterwards, we all ran back to Andrea and Greg's, had some pizza, hung out. Cate and I were all cute and nauseating. Andrea was amused. Sarah learned some chords on the guitar. And so we're all having fun.

Sarah, Cate and I return from Andrea and Greg's, and all go off to our respective beds. Or respective floormats as the case may be. And not to cross the WTMI line, but... wow. I'll just leave it at that. Fill in the details with your imagination, and you still may not know what I'm talking about.

Wow... now I just spent too long talking with Ray. At least he seems vaguely sane. Didn't refer to me as a demon or evil or anything, so that's a plus. Pish.

Anywho, there was more to go here, but I forgot it all. Tonight is dance, and with luck, Denny's. We'll see what happens about that, tis all somewhat airborn at the moment. I'm definitely doing dance, and Sarah may or may not want to do Denny's. Damn not having my own vehicle. We'll see what's what.
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