A nattering nabob against nascent nihilism, but certainly not consonance. The blog has expanded in many directions all at once to include poetry, pictures, and discussions of philosophy, current events, music, politics, government, and military affairs.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
the day
from whence the headache that will inflict me tomorrow came...
Peanut butter: You gave her some crunchy peanut butter when you moved. I needed some and borrowed hers, only noone likes crunchy, (you like crunchy??) but when I brought it home, they all loved it, we ran out and they got crunchy by choice at the market yesterday. Zelda said,"he's cool."
this along with your vanilla milkshake should make you feel better, or try scotch, friend in town, yahooooooooooooooooooo
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Peanut butter:
You gave her some crunchy peanut butter when you moved. I needed some and borrowed hers, only noone likes crunchy, (you like crunchy??) but when I brought it home, they all loved it, we ran out and they got crunchy by choice at the market yesterday. Zelda said,"he's cool."
this along with your vanilla milkshake should make you feel better, or try scotch, friend in town, yahooooooooooooooooooo
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