Holy shit. Don't they have cable in New Zealand?

Ozzie, the roommate's dog, only eats toys. But he does differentiate between his toys and Squee's so poor squee has lost just about all of his toys and I only put one out on the weekends. I feel bad for the kitty.

And to unravled actually they're Welsh, according to my Welsh coworker. We of course discussed how to best fuck a sheep.

That's a pretty good feeling too, actually.

And I have to say that you always find the most interesting things to put into your blogs.

Been thinking about you quite a bit lately...

You and bad have yet to be equated in my mind. So, yes, good things indeed.

Came across a particular song not too long ago that will forever have special meaning because of you.

Paperweight. Its come to mean something to me too.