March 30, 2008
At The End Of My Day, When I Lay Down My Head, Nothing Would Please Me Better, Than To Find That You're There When I Wake.
A convincing young tough?
Prize Winners.
White Doggie, you know the drill. It's getting so huge that the Cha Cha is paying us five grand a week.
That's actually a lie. We split a hundred bucks three ways.
Word Attack.
Randy and Rene. I once heard Rene's Father tell him that he is an Aztec God, and should behave accordingly.
Meggo is in town.
Eugene.
Juanny eating up all my birthday cake. It wasn't my regular birthday, which is next month, it was my sober birthday. Seven years sober! Seven years of social anxiety and panic attacks! If anyone out there wants to get me an affordable gift, I am looking for an early Sinead O'Connor shirt, size large. Or an old Yaz shirt. Either one would be fine.
Or a Divine shirt, preferably one that says 'Born To Be Cheap' somewhere on it.
Somebody needs a manicure.
The Lonliness Of The Long Distance Runner.
First timer.
Old timers.
Posted by Cali at March 30, 2008 06:22 PM