Lilly, is it press time?

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My glamorous friend here is off to Florida for her internship. I was trying to figure out a proper send off. I mean, yeah, we took her to Mother's last night, but I was looking for something special.

I thought maybe I'd write her a song, but all I could come up with a chorus:

Lilly, Lilly, she's moving to Florida
Lilly, Lilly, she's gonna be a reporter

Hmm... well, y'all know me, I'm not very creative or original, so I thought I could just do a cover song. How about some Flaming Lips?

I know a girl who hates pot roasts
She'll get you a job
She'll get the quotes
She don't eat piggies
Or chickadees
She hate most veggies
She eats paaastaa and cheeese
Paaastaa and cheeese
Paaastaa and cheeese

Ooo, maybe not. Okay, let's stick with meter. A poem:

There once was a girl from Pawtuckett
Who saw her shadow and said, Fuck it
I'm off to the beaches
To cover the speeches
Of dirty old men who want me to suck it

That, I thought, might be a little crude. Something more sophisticated, then. An essay, my specialty.

When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the boonies, 60 miles from any civilized culture, in an apartment which I had decorated myself, on the shore of Interstate 35, in Temple, Texas, and earned my living (and my love) by the labor of my hands only. I lived there five days out of every seven.

But I soon realized I only had about one paragraph in stuff to write about. So once again I found myself stuck.

Wait a second. To quote Ice Cube, what the fuck am I thinking? All this effort for a girl whose entertainment I bankrolled for the past two months? Peace, Lilly. I'll see you next month when the Wright Bros. land at your pad and we can finally even up. Little Matty and G-Money &mdash spring break!!!