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What is a Fuzzball?


  • One question I hear more than any other is What's a Fuzzball??" Allow me to explain:

    A Fuzzball is a 30-year-old fallen debutante who lives in Houston, TX with a bossy dog and an even bossier parrot who she SWEARS is the reincarnation of Napoleon Bonaparte.

    A Fuzzball prefers animals to most people, because people can really suck sometimes.

    A Fuzzball loves music, ALL music ALL of the time. If she's not listening to it, then she's singing it.

    A Fuzzball has a mad love for all things British, especially their actors.

    A Fuzzball is blissfully happy in a bookstore, preferably one with good music playing in the background. If you look under a Fuzzball's bed you'll usually find an entire library of books that she has dropped there after falling asleep reading.

    Fuzzballs are usually incurable romantics, ridiculously optimistic, and bent on making the world a happier place.

    Your typical Fuzzball will probably have a completely bizarre sense of humor. Just go with it, it will take you to funny places.

    You should also be aware that Fuzzballs are giant nerds. Seriously. Science fiction, computers, the whole shebang.

    Fuzzballs are also budding photographers. They love looking at the world through a lens and finding new ways to be creative.

    Oh...and you can also look for a Fuzzball in one of the best movies ever made. ;)

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Oh crappy '80s ballads, where would we be without you?

Today's song of the day is not a good song. No, it's not. It's not a song that will change the world. No, it won't. It is, however, the first song that I ever slow-danced to. I was 12 years old and at a youth group retreat out in wherever, tx... Anyway the song of the day is dedicated to Kymberlie and the first night that we met and sang together. :) I give you Breathe's Hands to Heaven:

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Awwww. Every time I hear this song, I think of you and the night we met. It never fails to make me smile and make me happy.

And just in case you don't know this, I love you.

O.k., damn you because I JUST GOT THAT HORRIFIC SONG OUT OF MY STUPID STUPID BRAIN!!!!!!!!!!

Must go put head in oven.

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