On the way to Anfy's office and back, I mentally assigned the "skank" label no fewer than four times. And it's only eight blocks. Either it's a really high skank per metre day out there, or I'm feeling particularly bitchy.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
guts and garters
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
Friday, January 16, 2004
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home