Give me some sugar, baby.
This just dawned on me this evening:
Cookie Crisp wasn't really a cereal at all...it was just cookies....tiny cookies. How did they get away with that?
For a day that should have highlighted my single-ness, I had a good fuckin day. Brats and my buddy's first home-brew batch. New digs and John Stewart. School Bus and mountain snow. Magpies. Productivity. Money. Plans.
Sleep. Dreams. Rock People.
A line from the song "I hope it rains at my funeral" by Tom T. Hall
"I finally learned what it meant to be somebody's baby: They let you lie in your bed by yourself so you can cry. "
posted by Joe @ 12:25 AM
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So, I've been watching the second season of Big Love without you, since you decided to uproot and head to New Mexico, and I highly recommend it to you. There is one plot line I know you'd love, though this isn't the appropriate forum to discuss it with you. All I'll say for now is, "28 + 18 = a okay."
Big Love, is this erotic movie? Erotic movies are not permissable in NEW MEXICO?
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