Happy Birthday, Bitches. |
Okay, okay. Happy birthday, elisabitch.Yay! I'm almost old!!Other April birthdays of note:Melyssa, the thirteenth.Rick & William Shakespeare, also the twenty-third.Cassi & Shep, the twenty-fourth.Cind...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 01:33:00 GMT |
(1809 - 1865) |
'Tis better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt. - Abraham Lincoln, as seen on my morning cup of Good Earth Original tea bag string-thingy. Oh, snap. Shape up, Liz.
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 21:11:00 GMT |
Scott's Birthday and the Incident of the Toe. |
Well, Scott talked me into going out. This was the result:Fucker.elisabitch.com
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 20:09:00 GMT |
Red Sky At Night. |
Oh, so gorgeous. What a nice way to start the week!
Posted by on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 23:40:00 GMT |
Matriotic At Last! |
Very much in the vein of Kurt Vonnegut's "Hello, babies! Welcome to earth!", I would like to extend a similar sentiment to the newest addition to my world:Yes, I can tell that we are gonna be friends....
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 16:22:00 GMT |
Public Shaming? Self-Inflicted Is The Best Way. |
1. Do you still talk with the first person you kissed?Now and then. I'm sure Javier is somewhere around here. Hi.2. Have you ever seen your best friend naked?Yes, it's kind of a prerequisite for me --...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 21:44:00 GMT |
Why I Hate You. |
Yes, you, with that smug smirk on your face. The one who is currently zipping around town, meandering down winding mountain roads, and maybe even making out in the backseat of my next car. Sell it to ...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 01:08:00 GMT |
Aloha! |
I'm currently sitting in a fancy-schmancy hotel room in Princeville, Kauai, with windows that open over the sea and all the internet access I can dream up. I fell asleep last night, after my first pro...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 11:34:00 GMT |
Lesson Learned. |
Well, one should never air their dirty laundry in public. I'm sorry for the indiscretion, Patrick (and Stacey, too). You've never done anything remotely so low in my direction, and I shouldn't have do...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 12:38:00 GMT |
Stickies Make For Interesting Forays. |
Feeling is a Song Without a SoundRiding a train unaware in a city of grayI'm watching you as the world slips awayyour fingers drum quickly to a silent beatwith nothing to say, I step out onto the stre...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Aug 2006 23:53:00 GMT |
