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I'm alive!

Out of contact for the weekend, as I spent it up at the parents again.

Glenn (my brother) took some time off and arrived Thursday, going home tomorrow, so we had a family thing for the weekend.

Told them about my impending name chance. No problems there. A bit curious, but that was about it. Mum suggested James or Cory as middle name, and while I like them both I don't think either of them is me.

Current thought is Random Halloran Jones. Going to think about it for a bit over the next week or two.

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wilderdash
Nov. 28th, 2005 04:35 am (UTC)
I must say, I'm not really a fan of the middle name. To me, it lacks flow or some such - to me, it doesn't really sound right.
As for the rest of it, I still say it suits disturbingly well. ;D
halloranelder
Nov. 28th, 2005 06:12 am (UTC)
Really?

I feel that it flows very well. Interesting.

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I wake in vain
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I wake in vain
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Each of her veils, a secret promise
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No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

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