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October 31, 2005
Demonic Hellish Suffering: Deux
Demonic Hellish Suffering
Why did the Skeleton NOT cross the road?
He didn't have the guts.
Reprehensible Behavior Behooves Us
It might be my protestant background, but I always feel bad about the weekend if I don't accomplish a certain number of things, be they chores or errands that prepare me for the week ahead. Evidently doing a modicum of laundry on Sunday wasn't enough to satiate this bizarre subconscious desire and I can only postulate that failing to achieve level 44 has left me with this hole of unrequited accomplishment.
The feeling that I should be social when those opportunities arise led me to shirk off my WoW responsibilities on Saturday and go to some sort of party that co-worker Carmina had invited me to. The setup, as far as I can tell, was a 5k run for some charity that culminated in a party involving fajitas, margaritas and socializing. I had earlier in the day been some what uncertain of attending the function because I had not responded to the evite, I did not participate in the race and my liquid cash assets were adding up to considerably less than the suggested $10 donation. Carmina assured me not to worry about, so I didn't.
Now, I've never crashed a party before and I've always held myself up to a certain standard that when I attend a party I do not abuse the host's hospitality. But, on Sunday as my pounding, hung over head did it's best to do me in I realized that we had crossed certain boundaries. I say we because of my desire not to be fingered as a lone gunman. Carmina, Jose and I showed up at the event, we ate, we drank and we had a really good time. We staid way longer than any of the other more legitimate guests and I think it's fair to say that we got far drunker. We definitely took advantage of the situation and despite our reckless flippancy we still got a free t-shirt out of the deal. Good times.
As a night cap I drunk dialed X1 and she hastened over to my place, evidently the novelty of observing your inebriated ex-husband at 1:00 in the morning is an opportunity not to be missed. We chit chatted for awhile and then decided that it was such a lovely night that we should take a walk. We moved at quite a pace up and down Junius for some distance as I cajoled her to not be so scared to walk further South down that road. I also dared her to lead us down Gaston, but the allure of that proposal met with little success and to be honest there are limits to my own liquid courage. While being on Junius at 1:30 in the morning is laughably scary, the concept of roaming Gaston at that time takes on a certain terror.
The night ended as I walked X1 back to her place, feeling as I did that I owed her a "walk home" from some past lapse in my own judgment. I made a brief attempt to blog in the early morning hours, but the urge to vomit and pass out became to great. Fortunately there was no Technicolor spray and the entire world faded away after a resounding kurplawp on to the bed.
October 28, 2005
How They Really Feel
SpiderSweeties
October 27, 2005
Enlargement Seminar for Your Flaccidity
Work, the work, the job has kept me occupied. A thing I learned today: the Titmouse is not a rodent, but a bird. You can learn all about our feathery little friends at wikipedia, god bless wikipedia, and I would challenge you to read the article without giggling.
These birds are called "chickadees"... ...or "titmice" in North America, and just "tits" in the rest of the English speaking world.
Trinity sent me a link to this God Damned game/puzzle thing. I had heard of it before, but shunned as only a white elitist can…or something. I tried it, and it was just what I needed, one more thing to remind me that my brain is better suited to tasks such as downloading Internet pr0n. I felt I was doing very well on my first puzzle only to get down to the meat of the thing and find out I had made a horrible, HORRIBLE, mistake from which there would be no return. I suggest using the "Have I fucked this up?" button often, though on the page it is labeled in gentler language.
I would like to recommend you go to X2's new blog and check out her most recent post about rubbing turtles. The link is in yon side panel: "Think about that tomorrow", or some such.
October 26, 2005
Exposition and Discovery
The real reason Harry hates Snape.
found by co-worker Jon...somewhere
October 24, 2005
Doozies of the Ringtailed Variety
I find this amusing and thanks to X1 for the linkage:
My blog is worth $3,951.78.
How much is your blog worth?
If anyone is willing to pony up these bananas then please contact me.
Also, there has been leakage in regards to the World of Warcraft expansion pack. To mimic others opinions: I will feel quite cheated if Blizzard simply repaints the Night Elves and calls them "new" races.
Penetration for the Whole Family
All the qualities of Hilary, but far more likeable…since Walken isn't really running it is good that someone of quality is stepping up to the plate.
Goodbye to Glue
I'm back. I have returned from the tortured lands of the thorny bush. That rose producing area of East Texas known as Tyler and it is indeed famous for that flora. Indeed it is barely possible to Fart. without your olfactorous offering bumping into some edifice that does not elude to that flower in name and/or graven image, much in the same way that the Alamo permeates the fibers of San Antonio.
…but enough of that. I had a fantabulous extended weekend and my prediction of it being a hoot of a nanny beyond normal proportions was not an exaggeration of foresight. The wedding ceremony itself was not the pinnacle of the goings-ons and could only pale in comparison to the hijinks that precluded it. Not to say that it wasn't a nice ceremony, but any event that competes with a span of time set in the company of Trinity and her mother must necessarily realize that it is bound for a very secondary place. If only it were in my power to apply and professionally provide you with a portrait, but alas it is not and I think that it would be best if the events of the weekend remain in that mythic realm of shadowy legend. Such was their portent of the end times.
In all sincerity I enjoyed the company of Trin's family a great deal. They are a very frenetic bunch, a sort of monstrous bubbling energy pervades the atmosphere when they are together and there are very few quiet moments. Though as I think on it, that fervent torrent had a lot more to do with the presence of Trin's Mom being in the mix than any other factor. The three of us, Trin, mom and I made for quite the combination, it was a royal good time involving bourbon, a cheap motel room, murder mattresses and the best damn bed spreads ever devised by mortal mind. I'll leave you to ponder the implications, but I do believe that there may be photographic evidence of the shenaniganry.
Now, back to it…
October 19, 2005
Tastey Tidbits
I know we've all been on tender hooks waiting for the next installment of MAGICAL TREVOR!! Personally I don't think this is as good as the others. It does have chinchillas though, EEEEE chinchillas!!
Found this via SEB, for those of you who know I know you will enjoy it. World of Fellowship of the Ringcraft
According to this morning's Quick Madonna made comments describing the world as "the beast" and informed us polietly that we're all "going to hell if they don't turn from wicked behavior"...and you can just wallow in that for a bit. Oh yes.
I am off for the next two days. Will be attending Trinity's brother's wedding in Tyler, will return sometime on Sunday. This will only be the second time for me to actually physically hang out with Trin, so that's exciting. Her dinky, twitchy mother will be along as well, so I'm sure this will be a hoot of a nanny, quite beyond the pale.
So everyone have a filthy last bit of week and weekend. I leave you with this PSA: It is still illegal in most states to put squirrels down your trousers for the purpose of gambling.
October 18, 2005
Concrete Application of Principle
Ah boys and girls, filthy readers, perverts and lycanthropes. I come before you to expound on the realities of weight, gravity and spontaneous acquirement of fitness equipment. I shamefully admit that the requirement of having to operate the motor vehicle in order to reach the gym has woefully limited my visits to that establishment. In that vein I began to ponder other possibilities so as not to completely abandon my dreams of perfect body image. My first thought was to join the expensive gym that would require less travel time, but I am at heart a tight, cheap bastard and I knew I'd never go for it. Girl-I-have-a-crush-on suggested that I get the proverbial two-week pass and see if I liked it, but I felt this was a rather pointless endeavor in that I knew fancy gym would fulfill my needs as I only require very basic equipment. I only need some dumbbells and a bench and I'm good.
This led me to the second option and one that I've oft considered for some time, that of constructing my own home gym. I've avoided it for many reasons, most having to do with money and space requirements. But faced with the current situation I decided to bite the bullet and purchase those things that I felt were most necessary for continuing my pursuit of fitness. So last night I made some calls, had some conversations as to where I should make my purchases and then boldly, rashly headed out into the sticky world of consumerism.
My first stop was the local Target and I went there only because it had been suggested to me. I didn't anticipate finding what I was looking for, but with Target's reputation for low prices I figured that it wouldn't be the worst place to start, that and I needed toothpaste and it was on the way to other destinations. I didn't find what I was looking for, though they did have some nice weight sets they were far more than what I wanted to spend. My second stop was a little place called Fitness in Motion where I encountered a very bored store employee who seemed not the least bit interested in assisting me or actively answering my questions. I bowed out of that interaction and decided to mull my options over a Whataburger with cheese and jalapeños, and a strawberry milkshake to wash it down. Hey, I was going to buy weights, so why not?
After consulting with X2 who has a certain wisdom and experience with the swag I was trying procure I headed over to the store-that-used-to-be-Oshman's. At last I found what I wanted and I was able to purchase a 100 lb. set of weights with one six foot bar and two dumbbell handles, including clamps, plus a nice little bench. All for the low price of $120 US dollars. I felt pretty good about that purchase.
So I transported it all home, my newly acquired equipment-that-will-allow-me-to-achieve-sublime-physical-form merrily sticking out of the convertible. It was upon pulling into the parking lot that a couple of facts descended on me. I live on the second floor. When you buy 100 lbs. of weight they do indeed give it to you in a box that weighs, you guessed it, 100 lbs.! Now a smarter man would have opened the box and broken up the load… So to answer your questions: yes, it was very heavy, no, I did not fall down the stairs, and yes your ass does look fat in those pants.
I am now the happy owner of my own little fitness center. I got the bench assembled with minimal heartache or injury and I gave the whole thing a whirl. Lifting and benching and squatting and all those vulgar things you do that involve small discs of cast iron and long metal poles. Now I'm pondering what I'll do when the weather turns foul and/or the concept of going outside to run becomes less appealing. I'm thinking cheap stationary bike, but that can wait for a bit.
October 17, 2005
Hollistic Sobriety
I have finished the 6th Harry Potter book, and I quite enjoyed it. Rowling has a great aptitude for telling an engaging story with vibrant characters without being a particularly good writer, but somehow that adds to the charm. I was quite pleased to see how Snape turned out, he continues to be my favorite character and I think Rowling has done her best work in writing his character. So I guess we get to sit and wait a year or so for the next one, but the next Martin book will be out on Nov. 8 and that shall occupy a lot of my time. And geeze, how long have we been waiting for Feast of Crows? It seems like another lifetime.
Spent Friday night hanging out with Dustin at Stadium, nothing unusual occurred and I finally made it home around 5:30. I finally managed to stay awake for all but about 5% of the third Harry Potter movie this time, so I felt the evening was far from in vain. We were going to watch Amestad, but there was some debate as how to best hook up the VCR. The dilemma was compounded by the fatigue and the alcohol, so we settled for the digitally based Potter movie.
Ended up not going out Saturday evening, instead that time was spent in the critical application of reaching level 40; which, we finally did Sunday night and now the "three troublemakers", as we've been termed, have our mounts. I went to Church with mum Sunday morning and had lunch with her and X1. We ate at the Café Express in Mockingbird station and that was not a bad place to tuck in.
So, um, yeah…trail off…*mumble* *mumble*
October 14, 2005
Peculiarity in Abstract Design
It has been an odd week. Seven days consisting of strange and ridiculous happenings. A week of peculiarity. It started off crazy with me flying solo, running tickets all by myself and of course under those circumstances we were incredibly busy. I did run my booty off, but it came back. Things got progressively better as the days went by and my coworkers decided to return to work. Then there were the occurrences on Thursday, I think I've mentioned that. Then all of a sudden I find myself being very much in demand; which is only odd in that I've had ample free time for the last, oh I don't know, year.
Instantly, it seemed, everyone is having a bad week and I'm a little torn as they all kind of clamor for attention, that ear to chew on or shoulder to lean against. I never realized I could be in such high demand. Unfortunately none of this involved things of a sexual nature, neither favors nor practices, but I imagine your thinking that's a good thing. I can only hope that I managed okay and didn't neglect anyone too much…since you all read my blog I'm sure I'll hear from you on this topic. X1 at least gave me booze though, so I won't complain about that at all. Bourbon makes up for a multitude of sins.
The girl-I-have-a-crush-on-but-no-I won't-tell-you-her-name invited me to go with her and some friends to a thing tomorrow night at Lee Harvey's. A place I've heard of, but never been. That could prove exciting, but the plans are still a little rubbery and it may not happen. And that would be just fine, Trinity, the Ruvaldt and I are keen on grinding out to level 40 so we can buy our mounts…and those of you who know what I'm talking about can root for us!
Happy Weekend Filthy Patrons
October 13, 2005
Latex Gloves are NOT Toys
So, there I am working on a laptop some fellow brought up bright and early. I get stuck working on it because no one else is here, no problem, he just needs Office and the anti-virus stuff loaded. A project with few demands, I can load software and fiddle-fart around as is oft my want. So, yeah, I had finished unloading the commercial anti-virus software in preparation for installing our more robust corporate version, I had rebooted the laptop and let my attention roam back to my desk so I could read The Superficial. Deciding that I should get back to it, as the saying goes, I spin in my chair to face the open laptop and… I am very surprised to see two surprisingly pert nipples staring back at me, perched atop two very shapely breasts that just so happened to be attached to a scantily clad young women giving me a sultry wink. Oh my. Yes, someone forgot to remove their pr0n screen saver, either that or they just don't give a fuck. Your call.
So. Next. I go up to the reading room to do what one does in the reading room. I find my favorite reading booth and go through all the preparations that one goes through when one is preparing to sit down for a good read. At first I thought the strangest thing about this situations would be the Redbook magazine perched atop the teepee dispenser, but oh no. Little did I know that wondering why a man was reading a women's magazine, though with the titles "When Sex Hurts" and "9 Sexy Moves That Make Husbands Really Happy" I can see why he was intrigued, this was to be the least bizarre moment of the entire scenario.
So, there I am. Reading. I hear someone enter the room. More random movements. They enter the reading booth next to mine and then there is some more movement. I notice that this individual is going to be reading standing up, fine I can understand that. I would think the urinal is the more obvious choice, but one does have to be leery of splash back. I keep reading, things are happening next door which certainly seem in keeping with the laws of nature, no worries. Then the singing begins, and in a voice sounding like one of those people using one of those devices after they loose their voice box to throat cancer. For several moments I was frozen in cold fear. I remained has as still and quiet as was possible and couldn't help but think that I was going to die soon. I could see the events unfold. I would die after some grotesque head burst through a hole bludgeoned in the booth wall and drove its spiky appendage, originating from its mouth, through my abdomen.
Things quieted down next door. I tensed, knowing my doom was drawing nigh. Then, after singing a few verses of something involving "Merry Christmas", in a normal voice mind you, the toilet flushed, the feet turned around and that "individual" left the room. I breathed easier, and suddenly life seems like a more precious gift, however odd. I think there was some other bizarre occurrence today that I wanted to share, but really, how do you top that?
What About Female Condoms for Bitches?
I know you have asked yourself these questions...most likely late at night, whilst your salty tears trickle into your glass of cheap gin:
What Sizes and Scents Do They Come In?
How Effective Are They?
Can I Train My Dog To Put It On Himself?
What About Loss of Sensation?
When and Where Can I Buy Them?
"No, the dog will require human intervention each time he wishes to put on or take off a condom." - Now that is fucking devotion to a concept, boy howdy!
October 11, 2005
Derleliction, Fornication & Free Wheeling Misanthropy
Woah...I was just looking at my Netflix list and realized that I need get back on the ball. I guess with the all the chaos of moving I've been thrown out of my sync, off my groove or something like that. Fitness and dieting endeavors have also suffered some neglect, I'm back up to a portly 214 and now no woman will ever love me. So maybe eating the brain of hobos is a good diet?
X2 and I went out yesterday evening to the Blue Goose on Greeneville and it was tastey. The Goose is okay, a little pricey for what you get, but the waitress was cute and the Prickly Pear Margarita was to DIE for. It was sweet and a little tarty, kind of like me.
Now I am freezing my ass off in the office...freezing offass? No,no. Hmm...yes, good luck to Trinity on her thing today, may fortune favor you and fate give you opprotunity, also, remeber to wear something that shows cleavage! And I'm done.
October 10, 2005
Free Flowing Marmalade of Salvation
I now have the cable and it is fervently piping in all the filth that the basic arrangement has to offer. It is both mesmerizing and terrifying at the same time, but short of clawing out my eyes I have yet to find the strength to turn away. There is, evidently, some large cathartic principle that only the constant mashing of the channel changer button can provide and I am its slave. It's not all bad, the cable will provide hockey and we like hockey.
I have arranged the apartment so that the playing of WoW and the viewing of the picture box simultaneously is now a reality. I suspect that my brain will be a useless mass of jelly in a fortnight (note: I don't really know how long a fortnight is, so this is a purely theoretical span of time), so if you do not hear from me there is every chance that a zombie vaguely resembling me is eating the brains of hobos in East Dallas. Please send help at this point. The more realistic scenario will be that they find my body being nibbled on by the cats and I find some comfort in the knowledge that the boys will have sustenance until someone discovers us.
Speaking of cats, and something an itsy bit less morbid, they both seem to be taking to the new place just fine. There is this skylight hole in the ceiling of my living room and while I think that's very nifty it is having an effect on the Blue Cat. That being he is fascinated by it and quite put out that he can't get up there to look out of it. The consequence of this has been me being a human cat ladder/perch. Just to see what would happen I lifted him up into it, at which time he resolutely grabbed hold of the small ledge, clinging for dear life, and struggled to pull his corpulent, fuzzy body up. Alas, like his owner, he can't do pull ups, so I had to wait until his strength gave out and plopped back down into my waiting hands.
Moving into a new place is always about adjusting and I've been pondering how the hardest things to adjust to are often the smallest. For instance, the shower head is different and the consequent water flow is all wrong, the dishwasher rack is completely off the mark and, um, other stuff like that. The cats have had to adjust to things they took for granted as well. The Grey Cat can no longer manipulate the cabinets as he did before, though he still has easy access to the under bed region. The Blue Cat has perhaps had the largest adjustment. It was his habit to jump in the tub after I finished my shower and greedily lick the soap dish, a ritual that I tried to dissuade but eventually gave up on. Let him have his odd little fixations. In the new setup the shower nozzle is quite generous of stream and as a result there is an inch or so of water in tub at the conclusion of showering. The Blue Cat has never been shy about getting his paws wet, but there are evidently limits to that tolerance, plus there is no soap dish, so I think the whole concept has lost luster for him.
I've been the only technician type here today. Both co-worker Jon and the 3.14159-man are not present, meaning that I've been busier than the proverbial one legged man in the butt kicking competition. Meaning that I've been typing this all day as time allowed, please forgive if it's a little disjointed.
October 06, 2005
Thanks for asking...
Yes, I miss Reunion Arena. I miss the crowded concourses and the overflowing bathrooms filled to the brim between periods with staggering drunks doing their best to aim properly. I miss how it felt like you were a part of everything going on around you. I miss how rowdy the upper seats got and the press of the people. I miss those people, the silent as stone Canadian couple that sat across the isle from me, the group of four friends who shared my row, the spastic skinny guy who would get out and dance on the stairs every time the Stars scored, I especially loved how he annoyed the non-season ticket holders. I miss those two women that sat behind me, they were really nice. I miss those little pizzas too, and I miss the lady that always poured my beers at the little cart right beside the steps that led up to my seat. I miss those beers that cost $4.50. That was the perfect price, hand over the fiver and drop the change in the tip jar.
I've been twice to the AAC and it is a very lovely building and a fantastic facility. The first time I sat in the rafters and the second in the Platinum level area, that was way posh. And maybe twice isn't enough to get a good feel for the arena, but it felt like everyone was way too spread out. There's way too many things going on, hell you could spend you're whole evening there and never realize that a game is being played. It's all too polished and pretty. The ice, the hockey, the players no longer seem like they're the primary reason for you being there; like the whole purpose is to be entertained by sensory bombardment.
Mayhap I'm overly judgmental or nostalgic, but I think the tight knit, gritty feel of Reunion was better. You were there to watch hockey, goddamnit, and you had to create our own noise. By god you had to walk under the bridge through a gauntlet of bird crap, broken bottles and pigeon corpses, and then dodge drunken drivers as you crossed the street, simply to get into the place. So, umm….yeah. I liked Reunion better.
October 05, 2005
Pelvic Thrusts of Insecurity
Interesting on some of those different levels. Is the Catholic Church afraid of the Theocratic state that the US could be turning into?
Maybe not, I was reading over at Machall.com that this is only a reiteration of existing Catholic doctrine. "...there's probably a whole lot of surprised Catholics in this country." /chortle
Because it's Game On
But at this point we are too tired, too desperate to complain. At this point, anything is good enough. New rosters, new network, new rules. It's OK. We'll deal.Just let those steel blades hit the fresh ice. Just bring back the chills.
I'm excited. Hockey, well the NHL, is back. A Fall, Winter and Spring of easily accesible hockey via TV or radio is upon me. It is something to look forward to and soon I shall have the cable that will forthwith allow me to view the mysterious and much maligned Outdoor Life Network. To a certain extent I feel that if I had been a real hockey nut I could have gone to the myriad of icey venues that are available here in North Texas and I will conceed that this might have been an apt replacement. That being said, the NHL does provide much easier access by way of televised games and they should consider themselves lucky that the minor league teams fail to warrant broadcast in this region. I feel I could have happily substituted the smaller leagues for the bigger one had I had the opprotunity to do so. All the same I am quite gleeful at the return of the latter.
October 04, 2005
Inspired Timid Delusional Fear
Toes of the Damned
I have ordered the cable. If those people are to be trusted it will be installed on Saturday evening between the times of 5pm & 8pm. If it happens I will be back on the WoW. I can still shoot up at work in small doses, so there should be no huge withdrawal episodes with the convulsing, hallucinations and/or flailing of arms. Wailing & gnashing of teeth?
Today has seemed fragmented and jerky. Sporadically busy with most requests for assistance involving the manual displacement of heavy objects from one locale to another or jaggedly ongoing. Le ick.
X2 was very kind in taking me to the great Swedish Devil that dwells in the barren plastic North last night and helping me pick out furniture for my new dwelling space. I think we've settled on this apparatus that will be at the same time both cost effective and take out the proverbial multiple feathery creatures with a single hurled stone. Not shabby. There may even be left over funds for a rolly sofa thing and a new bedding system.
Stars home opener is on the morrow. Pip pip!
October 03, 2005
The Weasels Are Closing In
You can smell the nasty brutes...
found via snopes.com
Say a hurricane is about to destroy the city you live in. Two questions:What would you do?
What would you do if you were black?
Sadly, the two questions don't have the same answer.To the first: Most of us would take our families out of that city quickly to protect them from danger. Then, able-bodied men would return to help others in need, as wives and others cared for children, elderly, infirm and the like.
For better or worse, Hurricane Katrina has told us the answer to the second question. If you're black and a hurricane is about to destroy your city, then you'll probably wait for the government to save you.
found via warrenellis.com
Religious belief can cause damage to a society, contributing towards high murder rates, abortion, sexual promiscuity and suicide, according to research published today.According to the study, belief in and worship of God are not only unnecessary for a healthy society but may actually contribute to social problems.
The study counters the view of believers that religion is necessary to provide the moral and ethical foundations of a healthy society.
It compares the social peformance of relatively secular countries, such as Britain, with the US, where the majority believes in a creator rather than the theory of evolution. Many conservative evangelicals in the US consider Darwinism to be a social evil, believing that it inspires atheism and amorality.
Yes, Yes…
I was indeed moving and I can assure you that it was absolutely the thrilling experience that I knew it would be. The entire process has not reached its full circle of completion as of this moment, but I rest a little easier in the affirmation that the most arduous tasks are finished. All that remains are some of the smaller niggly bits, such as unpacking the ghastly boxes and restoring my umbilical to the cyberstrands.
Fear not, for I know there are those out there among you who will, the Blue Cat and the Grey Cat are adjusting nicely in their own individual and peculiar ways. I felt remorse for leaving them alone in the apartment the first night all alone and was made to feel even guiltier when I returned in the morning to find them huddled together in a back closet behind a pile of laundry. To put fang and claw into my heartstrings the Blue Cat refused to purr when I picked him up, and this is a cat that purrs if you but look at him funny. Rest assured, however, that they are much happier now and seem to be taking it all in stride.
Last week's lapse in blogging was due in part to the anxiety of moving and, of course, the actual moving process itself. The build up to the day of vacating one premise and occupying another was weighing heavily on my mind, due in large part to the confrontation of objects that I knew would inevitably lead to reminiscing. And I was correct to be concerned, because that which I believed would happen did indeed happen, but I tell you truth in that there is little that a bottle of rum can't cure. When you get down to the brass tacks a little drinking while you pack really helps wheedle out those material possessions that you thought you needed.
Transitions are always tough, but already the new abode is feeling comfortable and home like. I'm excited about being there and in some ways it feels like a fresh start, a step away from some to the tribulations of the last year. A chance to get things straightened out and ordered, moving forward with my life with some excitement to see what happens next. With some sadness looking back and waving goodbye to a life I had imagined I now look forward to a vista laden with a wispy, yet hopeful, fog.
And if you are all very good, filthy readers, I'll explain to you the phrase interracial love cookie.
October 02, 2005
Moving!
Jeff asked me to post and let everyone know that he's not abandoned his blog - he's just in the middle of moving to his swanky new place. He'll be back in the next few days to entertain his filthy audience, I'm sure. :)