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so heres whats up:
last night was stuffed bread night at the newhamden house!!!! broccoli, shallots, garlic and white sweet potato bread. doooooooooooooooooooooooope. with some sauce type action on top.
*only one week left of b.h.m., so start celebratin, fools.
its snowing an unholy blizzard of icy clots of arctic frozen air menstruation. we're expecting almost a foot up here. and its seven degrees. word up.
i tattooed a 'hard rock' afficionado saturday. size one womens pants, a red baby doll tee, and some old school faith no more mike patton style baby blue and white old time nike airs, with velcro tops. he got a shark with mirrored aviator sunglasses on. it was doooooooooooooooope. wu-TANG!!!!
today, maybe, is the day-after-her-birthday stina tattoo chesticle festival. unless she's already dead in a snow blind ditch on her way up. happy berfday, fucker.
and my daughter is in the hospital. she's o.k., but she couldnt breathe or something.......super shitty. my other daughter, harvest was eating bacon and eggs this morning and was ttoo busy to talk to her dad. (which is awesome, especially since they used to be vegan, then vegetarian, now carcass munchers.)
wu-TANG!!!!!
nothing really changes. even when a lot is happening.
yeah