You mean, Salem Train Platform, a tricycle?
The Fella has got hair. It was long, it was soft, it was beautiful.
He’s cut it off. You can see in this picture his ponytail falling down his back and you can imagine what he looked like when it was loose. It was long.
Now, the thing is: I haven’t seen him since before he chopped off the tail. I haven’t even seen a picture. I don’t know what he looks like now.
Last night I had a dream that we were somewhere with other people from work (and I woman I know from Girl Scouts) and his hair was short. It was mullet-like (he doesn’t have a mullet) and it was weird, but not that weird: the Fella with short hair. He was still moustachioed and soul patched so all was ok with the world. But the short hair wasn’t so bad.
High class
mlsg:
I played stringed instruments to preschoolers yesterday. It was so much fun. One kid loved the violin. He kept wanting me to play more songs on it. He was nearly obsessed. So my sister said to the kids: Do you know how old Becky was when she started playing? She was six. So [obsessed child] you’re five now, you could learn to play the violin too.”
It’s a mite narcissistic, but if that kid (or any of them) decide they want to learn to play the violin (or the ukulele or the guitar) because of yesterday I will be so friggin excited.
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Is it wrong that I’m rooting for Santorum being caught with call girls or snorting coke?
Mother Jones’ Adam Weinstein has been updating whenever new information is released or revealed on their website here since March 18.
Simple reminder.
I went to a bachelorette party on Saturday night and I am still sore from it. This is what I get for wearing heels and participating in the pole dancing class.
Sometimes. Only sometimes. Do I wish I my life had taken a different direction so me in high heels wouldn’t be so crazy pants (not like stripper direction — although they probably have the best shoes…). I hope someone took a picture of me in my shiny outfit so that the people I work with can get a nice laugh when they see it on FB. None of them believe me when I tell them how I can be outside of work.
Why are so many hip hop/rap songs reduced to “I was in this city on tour and I met some hotties and fucked them/ain’t I so awesome?”?
The Meal Project 2/24/2012
Sometimes my family members spell my name wrong.
I hope the “excuse” is “It was funny!”
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"Shortpacked!" a comic by David Willis dissected somewhat at Literary Bex
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