nali

Yeah, sister, even though you're being poked by needles and having ink imbedded in your flesh, this means that you are alive, and most likely also have enough in your pockets to hire your lovely friend to do this to you.

There is a lovely MILF tatoo artist in my town, whose loveliness almost tempted me to get tatooed until it hit me that such a temptation may not be auspicious, that my motivation might be bound up in some strange unconscious fantasy of winning her favors, which in that context would only be NOWHERE.

Hooking up should not be had by obsequiousness or other powerless mindsets, or at least that sort of thing has very sad limitations from the get-go, no? Acting freely of one's essence is better, and brings a bounty of far sweeter loving.

As for tatooing, I really love your tatoos. For myself I don't know if I really have an aversion; it's not the pain, but may have something to do with the permanence. But my main deal is the understanding of my motivation. God forbid that I would do it out of some odd circular form of conformism. Let me stop belaboring my own silly set of conundra.

Good to see you.

Damn, sis, your grandma seems at least as cool as my dear departed grandma. Glad you enjoyed it. Can't help but feel jealous. Those Ween brothers are too damn funny and talented, and putting on a good live show, definitely not to miss.

Beautiful things to you,
Hadji

Saw Ween a few years ago in Buffalo. Fantastic show. They played close to four hours.

Anyway, the customs dude going into the States was a total dick and damned near did not let us through. As far as border crossing stories go, that night was for me the closest I ever want to come to being interrogated. Ever.

I got your package!

And I feel special and I thank you for it.



I will find something to send in return.

-TM

I love you and your journals. thanks for not being fake

When turn fifteen we can get a permit to drive with a licensed adult then we have to take driver education which is like a three week class where we practice driving and learn all the rules and tricks. Then when your 16 you go to the DMV and take a written test and then a road test and if you pass you get a drivers license.
I got mine when I was 16.

That graduated thing sounds crazy! You crazy Canadians with your rules and what not.

My girlfriend is 21 and hasn't taken her drivers test yet either. I think it gets a lot more intimidating as you get older though cuz when your 16 your dumb and don't realize that you are being allowed to drive a ton of metal at extremely high speeds...

I think the website is a good bit of satire. It achieves it's goal of mocking stupid crackas.

And I'm allowed to say that because I'm white as hell.

-TM

Back home in WA we camp out in the winter at the beach eh.

Canada-Eh talk makes me wet.

-TM

Nice rack!

And I like the name Spider-Man for a kitty.

-TM

that was cool

that is cute....not to mention the birch sapping technique.

Have fun on your solo road trip.