Wednesday, September 12, 2007

like money for groceries for hairdos

The signs on the bus tell you to know what to expect when your cell is asked to call 9-1-1. The contingency plans for developing a mental block against dialing 4-1-1 when trying to query "Best practices for confrontations with primordial sub-mattress entities who've lost their way home?" Not so coalesced.



He said he was just in the relationship for the tickets, and he was just getting the tickets for the relationship. I told him he'd lost perspective and become needlessly recursive.



The set of the things I like includes Cold War nostalgiabation, chili cheese Fritos. Also,



And of course, baked goods.

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