tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115865562011-04-21T18:18:25.105-04:00some stuff goin' on ovah here...jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-45502621805184258512007-09-29T13:30:00.000-04:002007-09-29T13:33:35.196-04:00

Interesting graphic of a ground beef recall news headline...hmmm...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-20729047337507205632007-07-12T12:03:00.001-04:002007-07-12T12:10:24.144-04:00

Gosh, growing up gay in the midwest really left me with few outlets for entertainment - one being Attitudes on Lifetime. The opener for this show was how to use leftover turkey, but I used to like it when they'd do fashion shows, cause then I'd have an excuse to go to my mom's closet and try on all her (overly) shoulder-padded dresses and gold and silver high heel shoes. Let's just say it was a

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-19553234625226920292007-06-27T12:16:00.000-04:002007-06-27T12:27:28.523-04:00

Nessun Dorma is one of the best arias ever...my friend chris sent me this link which illustrates just how powerful the song is. Of course, more than half the people in the audience have no idea what the tenor is singing, so I've listed the lyrics (via wikipedia) in italian along with the english translation. Enjoy! (p.s., I don't watch tv, so I've no idea what this show is about)Il principe

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-84533051366709949392007-06-15T19:24:00.001-04:002007-06-15T19:25:46.581-04:00

How stupid of me to completely forget about Ms. Heather Parisi...the Italian/American superstar (who never made it big here).....here she is doing Disco Bambina!

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-26354172415927557262007-06-14T12:03:00.000-04:002007-06-14T12:08:18.867-04:00

living with an italian means you have to hear this song over, and over, and over.....I present to you Raffaella Carra

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-26035000029719877572007-06-03T20:20:00.000-04:002007-06-03T20:21:00.845-04:00

so this pretty much sums up my trip to Belgium;)

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-51708729033815774522007-04-13T16:52:00.000-04:002007-04-13T16:54:42.197-04:00

I love this lil' gem of a video...Farid El Atrache knows how to woo 'em in...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-29634416120396417052007-04-09T12:57:00.000-04:002007-04-09T12:58:42.097-04:00

No, I'm not having a nervous breakdown...just think this is cute...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-8700417598550051072007-04-06T10:23:00.000-04:002007-04-06T10:24:43.843-04:00

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-53167397604580474162007-03-18T13:06:00.000-04:002007-03-18T13:10:45.357-04:00

amy winehouse kinda reminds me of the chicas from back in the day...'cept her bangs aren't as big...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1169611304113179282007-01-23T23:00:00.000-05:002007-01-23T23:01:44.120-05:00

well, where does one begin? too much to tell at this point, but the pic above pretty much says it all.  

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1159385294403719652006-09-27T15:24:00.000-04:002006-09-27T15:28:14.426-04:00

wha?

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1159314306344098282006-09-26T19:21:00.000-04:002006-09-26T22:04:27.333-04:00

There was firedancing on the 4th...There was KS in July...There was Bear Mountain with the Rockefeller Kids...There was Nina's old church in Hartford...and then there was this lil' baby...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1152232323600075492006-07-06T20:25:00.000-04:002006-07-06T20:38:07.316-04:00

I hung out with the eastern european crowd this past weekend out at Robert Moses State Park @ the western tip of Fire Island. Quite a contrast to the following day's outing to Coney Island...as you can see the beach was not packed at all considering the holiday weekend.I love the fact that one can go from dirt & grime to something so serene as this beach in about an hour's time...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1152152597318228902006-07-05T22:18:00.000-04:002006-07-05T22:23:17.333-04:00

The Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, Women's Suffrage...all so I could eat this lovely Sprit of America snacky cake on the Fourth of July.

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1150563308836113952006-06-17T12:54:00.000-04:002006-06-24T06:19:52.133-04:00

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1150171187684483312006-06-12T23:51:00.000-04:002006-06-12T23:59:47.706-04:00

Sunset on Nine Corners Lake...what a sight, right? I escaped the city with a few friends on Memorial Day weekend to celebrate my entry into the dirty thirty club. Why write about the camping trip when it can all be seen here.Bonus photos here, of last week's adventure in greenwood cemetery for the channeling of spirits on 666.

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1148362025732941722006-05-23T01:20:00.000-04:002006-05-23T01:28:29.713-04:00

hoo-haw...i'm finally thirtysomething...now I can identify with the damned show...ah, the meaning of life....in the meantime enjoy this beautiful video of chrissy-poo making titty cakes...(above pic of mz. dani after playtime with the maggot infested wig from underhill avenue...)

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1147399327673551042006-05-11T21:36:00.000-04:002006-05-11T22:03:33.270-04:00

Oh, the wrong dose of my beloved swiss kriss and a rush-hour train ride home a good pair do not make. If you've ever had a combination of the two, then you'll know how on edge it can cause one to become. I boarded my train home this evening, clutching my midsection occasionally because of some dumb idea that I had early this morning - to take my beloved swiss kriss *before* rather than *after*

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1147319449560985912006-05-10T23:50:00.000-04:002006-05-11T00:15:24.770-04:00

*** -ooh will be out of town then but thanks for the invite...when's your bday? we'll have to celebrate...-dammit! i love her! but i leave the day before for chatauqua ny. :(-i can't swing it, babe. but have a fantastic time!-Hey, I'd love to but I have my own show that night. Waa. I'll send you an email from home with info on my show. It's a rock show with the band XXX at XXX. Fun. We

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1145803893973767162006-04-23T10:47:00.000-04:002006-05-01T16:43:13.936-04:00

I'm actually quite jealous of her hairdo...back in 2000 I had the same 'do, but was lacking in the dance moves.....oh, she's quite a gem, isn't she?click here to see what the hell I'm talkin' 'bout....(turn up your speakers!)

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1144347333426203372006-04-06T14:10:00.000-04:002006-04-27T07:47:06.086-04:00

Ummm, what? This was sent to me by some guy that I think(?) wants to meet/get with me? WTF... hey yo, i think u gonna be some kind of funnie. am "solomon", and am make u laugh.."there is one effeminate man who is transexual and has soo many girl friends, they never knew he was a guy.one day,they were cursing themselves, and the man said to a lady"ya mamma's breast is soo powdered that if she

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1144114594882271012006-04-03T21:18:00.000-04:002006-04-06T14:31:53.363-04:00

Upon looking at him and then his work, I take great pause and think about my brief two-week experience with the artist lionel bawden. We met by chance through a friend and luckily spent some odd days exploring the city. From classy joints like the Metropolitan Opera to dingy places like le cock, we tried to squeeze it all in. Anyway, some of his artwork is listed here, here and here…and I just

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1140908518631047682006-02-25T17:44:00.000-05:002006-02-27T20:59:02.656-05:00

Thursday night was spent with Dan at the Deitch for The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black experience, where I vaguely remember images of turkey basters and naked women piled upon each other, and a child on stage that kept dancing around...reminding me of the Bebe Marie, by Joseph Cornell. I tried to take some fotos of the experience, but these drunk williamsburg fucks kept blockin' the view. I

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1140568457089988972006-02-21T19:18:00.000-05:002006-02-21T19:48:30.296-05:00

This past weekend was spent with my crazy family down in DC...naturally, a detox session will be in place for all who were in attendance as there was tons o' eatin' and drinkin' and umm...yeah, you know that other stuff. Dani and I had to self-medicate for the chinatown bus ride down, so Friday night was spent at the family home relaxin' and catchin' up. Highlights were of a huge-ass brunch that

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1139976014737788652006-02-14T22:54:00.000-05:002006-02-14T23:01:46.446-05:00

I nearly wanted to vomit when I took an afternoon walk and stumbled across the scene above...could they have dyed it that color, or was it the blood of every *single* person, slicing away at the delicate flesh of the wrist? I'd like to think the latter, but the hearts give it all away.

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1139650986955408242006-02-11T04:41:00.000-05:002006-02-11T04:43:06.963-05:00

Valentine's Day wishes for all.... 

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1139546467722568252006-02-09T23:34:00.000-05:002006-02-10T10:28:31.933-05:00

A co-worker was the first to go back in November...cancer that had spread all over his body. Grandma was the second, passing away a day before her 80th birthday--the family joked that she was too vain to turn 80. Then there was Nina. That whore was preparing for the last four years and she finally did it.Ah, such beautiful souls will be missed.

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1138460723651541212006-01-28T09:56:00.000-05:002006-01-28T10:05:23.670-05:00

One of these days, Matt is going to be on one of the big network talk shows, talking about how he, "didn't mean to kill all those white yuppies"...we're all just waiting for him to crack and start renting cabins out in the middle of nowhere...collecting piss in milk jugs, making voodoo dolls, etc....

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1137347326885964642006-01-15T12:43:00.000-05:002006-01-15T12:50:19.533-05:00

After all these years, my brother is still learning how to write and is still forming his opinion...well into his mid-30's.

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1137283045954592292006-01-14T18:52:00.000-05:002006-01-14T19:09:33.346-05:00

Lately, I've found myself inside the chapel of the almighty lord. I thought I'd provide proof I have not yet caught afire...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1132062743372598052005-11-15T08:49:00.000-05:002005-11-15T08:52:23.383-05:00

So, who knew that a good enema would do the trick and get one out of uber-depression. Thanks to the folks at LucasEntertainment/LucasBlog, I took the advice and cleared my head..errr...other head....check out the tips here. I like the part about not using vinegar....you'll see why....ewww;)

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1131153791516045532005-11-04T20:20:00.000-05:002005-11-04T20:23:11.526-05:00

What does one do when one's uber-depressed? a) drink massive amounts of ginger aleb) smoke massive amounts maryc) listen to Jeff Buckley's Grace album over and over, and over and over...d) stare at the computer screen hoping that something will pop out and make one smileThat's what you're supposed to do....I think...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1125782409285594582005-09-03T16:54:00.000-04:002005-10-22T08:59:30.166-04:00

Yesterday I played dad with my friend Sher'n's kid, both being expats living in Raleigh. After the office tour and faux "missing you's" she and I ditched to Central Park. The park was dead...probably an energy drain from all the sh*t goin' on in New Orleans. Well, daddy got tired of playin' daddy so Chrissy-poo and I met up to organize an escape out of BoCoCa and Katrina. What better than the

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1125264580334341842005-08-28T17:16:00.000-04:002005-08-28T17:29:40.340-04:00

Friday was draggin' me down until the clock hit 5:29 pm, thus settin' me free. That afternoon C-poo was sayin' something about how her anus had relocated between her shoulder blades. Ah, that ain't no good, so I decided to invite ms. dani and chrissy-poo over for some horsin' around with masques and educational writing utensils--the kind teachers use when illustrating the evils of society.The

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1124678367735980802005-08-21T22:15:00.000-04:002005-08-21T23:11:53.310-04:00

Chrissy-poo and I took some vitamin b complex and trekked out to snug harbor on staten island. Getting to the ferry was a bit irritating especially when we got stuck in the pits of canal street station--mmm, delish. Once on the ferry, we scored some good seats facing out towards the statue and ellis island and jers...the windy transit was a relief from the frying pan. The Snug greeted us with a

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1123629486486595832005-08-07T22:13:00.000-04:002005-08-10T18:43:53.493-04:00

Chris, Mark and I hit Jackson Heights on Sunday to grab some Indian food and do some cheap shopping. I was entranced by all the eerie looking mannequins that looked sorta like the dolls from Barbarella--I was waiting for any one of 'em to start chomping at my stockings. After hitting the Indian section we headed over to the Latin section for some dollar store adventures and a few margaritas at

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1123629392256183582005-07-31T21:16:00.000-04:002005-08-09T19:46:14.196-04:00

She's still a lickin' and a tickin'. A few days ago she turned 50 or something...jeez, I've lost track. Friday, she and I decided to hit Aunt Suzie's for a lil' bit o' eye-talian food and then grabbed some lil' chocolates from the semi-new Chocolatier on 5th in Pork Slap. We ended up watching this B-movie titled, Rolling Kansas, which totally brought me back to my days in Lawrence-cough, cough.

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1122524060892296142005-07-27T23:58:00.000-04:002005-07-30T11:07:09.976-04:00

I was in Kansas a few weeks back for the big ol' family reunion, which happened to coincide with the Mexican Fiesta held in my ol' 'hood. Relatives came from all over the states and Mexico...even one from BoCoCa, Brooklyn that I hadn't seen in 15 years. Crazy to think that he lives just a few miles away and I haven't seen him in that long. One of the weekend's highlights was seeing mi abuelita

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1122132943255509162005-07-05T18:35:00.000-04:002005-07-23T12:12:44.556-04:00

Lady Uffish is so patriotic sometimes it makes me want to cry. She and I decided to spend the 4th at her co-worker's garden party, and I was finally able to meet all of the fabulous people that are helping to make it a better place for you and me. After hitting the rooftop, where we were able to see all three fireworks presentations, we headed back down to the garden and were treated to not one,

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1122132909414796342005-07-02T19:35:00.000-04:002005-07-23T11:51:33.810-04:00

Chrissy-poo and I took a lil' walk over to the Atlantic Yards to catch a glimpse of it all before its turned into some megalopolis of buildings. I'd rather have art like this than some ginormous stadium with screaming, drunken sports fanatics....but that's just me.

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1122133171522952082005-06-26T23:39:00.000-04:002005-07-23T11:47:06.310-04:00

Yuval was in town from DC so we decided to hit the big ol' gay parade down 5th Avenue. Here's just a few pics from the day...and this lady had the prettiest thing goin' on...while this one was clearly tired. Hell, I would be too if I would've walked 50+ blocks in high heels...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1119932912566269362005-06-18T12:33:00.000-04:002005-07-10T12:05:06.923-04:00

We had the best time in Arkansas...here's a lil' rundown on the big trip. (abbreviated, cuz' i'm ass-tired) We flew into this beautiful thunderstorm over Little Rock that totally looked like it was going to bring the plane down. Luckily, Chrissy-poo and I knew just what to do. (take note of the lil' mess someone made on the corner of the guide) Right after landing we drove the long-haul up to

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1117068920604098902005-05-25T20:40:00.000-04:002005-06-28T00:19:05.660-04:00

Phew...what a long weekend...Beck and R. came over from st. paul, mn. and helped me celebrate my b-day...a wonderful crowd attended and mine ear belonged to her for the evening...The long weekend was pretty interesting, in that the girls didn't want to explore the city...it took them getting lost in crown heights to realize the importance of a friggin' map. We spent Friday roaming around the

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1116192080645840602005-05-15T17:10:00.000-04:002005-05-25T20:40:09.953-04:00

ah, who knew a lil' tuna sandwich in hell's kitchen could do so much damage....luckily, chrissy-poo helped nurse me back to health by accompanying me to dinner and then treated me to a viewing of Dog Day Afternoon. (re: link, thanks, c.) Oh, how I wish I could find someone so caring.....minus the occasional gun-to-the-head.....

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1115432652379301152005-05-06T22:24:00.000-04:002005-05-06T22:35:23.656-04:00

chatterbox sometimes he does this trick where he makes his brooch jump...mostly, if you mention anything regarding this...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1114888522494503622005-04-30T15:15:00.000-04:002005-04-30T15:25:31.326-04:00

she finally found somethin' that will be sure to impress during her upcoming interview(s)...a Calvin Tran that can be worn 8 different ways....she can even do the dishes....she's a workin' girl...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1114054646471370222005-04-20T23:37:00.000-04:002005-04-21T00:00:30.616-04:00

so, one cold winter's day, lady uffish decided to knit me a-somethin' beautiful....doesn't it look so *hot* on my friend's baby?

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1113353035320448972005-04-12T20:43:00.000-04:002005-04-12T23:30:11.330-04:00

branner school Long, long ago when my mother worked for the evil, evil Catholic Church, I would go to visit her two or three times a week, passing by this building and thinking that it looked so majestic, beautiful and haunted...all at the same time. One day on my way to visit ma, my father noted to me that the majestic red building was once a schoolhouse for the local children--the kids that

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1112844532988336832005-04-06T23:28:00.000-04:002005-04-06T23:33:02.553-04:00

I'm too dahled up on nyquil to even write about my recent trip to the land of Oz (ahhhhshit)....but I'll leave you with one pretty picture from the ranch....

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1112188706015874562005-03-30T08:07:00.000-05:002005-03-30T08:18:26.016-05:00

...make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch...Yeah, I have this amazing talent. As soon as I find someone that I'm attracted to, and the attraction is mutual, and when I find the social climate ripe to introduce that crush to a group of friends, it always happens that the crush finds another in the group to be with....matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match, find me a find, catch me a

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1111981574645912962005-03-27T22:46:00.000-05:002005-03-28T08:29:31.310-05:00

Can you believe someone tried to serve me this on Friday night at an upscale locale in BoCoCa? Well, not really, but I thought it characterized an evening well spent with friends.After having helped move my friend Sher'n outta her place down the block on Saturday morn', and after cleansing away all the accumulated dust of two years of neglect in housekeeping, I came across this. I was so shocked

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1111796708918443752005-03-25T19:25:00.000-05:002005-03-25T19:27:41.533-05:00

Jesu Criste....please help a brotha out.....I really shouldn't have had those two pieces of pizza on Wednesday....

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1111592608155736712005-03-23T10:24:00.000-05:002005-03-23T10:47:46.976-05:00

Since when is going to a Whole Foods like being in Mickie D's??? After work, I decided to walk around downtown, cruise as usual, and take various peeks at the cute lil' doggie windows on Christopher Street....how do they keep all that poo outta the cages?? Anyway, I headed up to Union Square to see what was goin' on and saw this rush of people heading into the entrance of Whole Foods, reminiscent

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1111435107565400752005-03-21T14:55:00.000-05:002005-03-21T14:59:46.030-05:00

Hallelujah! I hear seagulls outside....ja, stayed home today cause I had to...umm, I guess it was my ears or sumthin'...ah, spring is almost here...put those razorblades away...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185769803413058208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11586556.post-1111421522992943692005-03-21T11:12:00.000-05:002005-03-21T11:19:20.466-05:00

it was kind of weird walkin' around at that time of night...but then suddenly there was this Luftpause, and all was made calm....the mall of fulton 

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