My niece, in a manner of speaking, reminds me of the little monkey from Family Guy, and the wonder I have in watching her grow earns her a cameo in large, Sprint-quality color.
Strangers...No no, wait. There is more to that.I only tend to enjoy interesting people. Kind of an obvious thing right, but I will go ahead and qualify that. When I say "interesting" I am not speaking in the, "my, what an intersting character that horse-trainer was Diane," or "Such an interesting case Professor, do you think he'll ever play chess again?" Instead I am looking for someone who actually says things worth hearing, does things worth being around. This should not imply politics, dogmatic woman's issues, streaking, the history of native America, bouts with nymphomania, or "my last time leaving Jessie." Neither should it necessarily exclude these topics (facinating as they are). To put it more simply, go for what everyone wants: Talk to me about me, tell me how lovely my eyes are, disrobe a little, then impress me with your passion for 16th century Middle Eastern Arcitecture or whatever. I'll write here for proper spacing. A note: Clever people amaze me. That takes a lot of work. Also- people who know the difference between "Clever" and "Cleaver." It's a subtle change, yes, but, as Webster may confirm, the differences can sometimes be quite profound.A lot of the Friends are here: http://berkeley.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2006536&l=ca0 15&id=1222142
Thank you to Mr. Geoff Ereth Good friend, great singer, needs love and support. GeoffERETH.comor www.myspace.com/geoffereth
Who are all you people who click on my profile but offer no report of its content? You can't quite get away with this. That little counter on the right, yeah, evey goddam day, it says 96,105,113...and so on. So who are you huh? One person? Ten people? Rise up and be recognized, counting is so dull.So the joke here is that this isn't real life. Yes, I'm actually this clever. Yes, those are my eyes (really, I'm flattered). Absolutely, I am just a goofy little lech. But seriously folks! For fuck's sake! We'll likely never meet and I do hope this leads to nothing, what then would we have to talk about at all those lovely bars.
Big one, couldn't help it. True story: Indian guys buy the best TVs and practically give them away on Craigslist. The devil, oh god how I love it though.
Own many. Even went out of my way to get a lovely bookshelf with some ungodly, unpronouncable name from Ikea. I couldn't help it; the off-gray coloring really goes the whole Pirate theme of my room though.
My father for smiling that day and building my mission and playing with the cat. My mother for always, completely being there. And the Byrd, for teaching me what it means to be a man, a man with so many jokes, a man whose face is the canvas to our humerous strokes. Speaking of strokes, well done Bryd.