today i came home to a clean floor. i feel purified and ready for the next set of stains to come and lay claim to my choices. tomorrow: inara's kareoke finals. tonight: poetry at the paisley violin.
the guy who thought up internet pop-up banner advertising is going to burn in hell for all eternity.
the guy who thought up internet pop-up banner advertising is going to burn in hell for all eternity.
anyhoos, you should come over tonight and chill. we need to chill. and you have to come retrieve your check book that you left wedged in my couch cushions before gt buy an iPod and fancy speakers.
Doot!