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A to the Lex

I am here for Friends

About Me

things i adore:
my beautiful girlfriend.
photography.
writing.
potatoes.
thunderstorms.
all things black and white.
family and friends, of course.
music.
movies.
reeses.
laughter.
summer.
my ipod.
clairemont.
randolph the third.
concerts.
fire.
trees.
sugar, spice, and everything nice.
stars.
hot tubs.
creativity.

things i hate:
debt.
war.
pickles.
lettuce.
mustard.
movies with bad endings.
people pretending to be someone else.
mullets.
buying lottery with gift cards.
garbage.
music that sounds like garbage.
flat tires.
tickets.
black licorice.
scratched cds/dvds.

I created my layout at KillerKiwi.net

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

There is a lot of friends on here that I have not met. So I want to meet everyone.

My Blog

Give me a 10 for Best Nature Photo

Give me a 10 for Best Nature Photo...
Posted by A to the Lex on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 10:16:00 PST

The Wallet

Ok so now consider this:You are walking down a deep dark alley and find yourself mugged by a one-legged prostitute, she takes your wallet, which is filled with cash, lets say one thousand and five hun...
Posted by A to the Lex on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 05:35:00 PST

Morning Tea

The sun cascades through the window upon our early morning herbal tea. Not even one cup and we are full. Now we must pay the fee. We sit there waiting for the bill; sitting, waiting, wishing he would ...
Posted by A to the Lex on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 07:10:00 PST

Psychotic Sheep

"I just want to die," said the sheep with one eye. He has lived his whole life as a wool-wrapped animal. Now all of that is gone from the farmers loud tool. An accident with that tool sent the farmer ...
Posted by A to the Lex on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 07:08:00 PST

The Mongoose

Written in an MSN convo.  The Mongoose by Alex Knutson. Daf says: it was a cold wintery morning, in june, of courseand the birds were deep in there slumber Daf says: and then it was noon, and 7...
Posted by A to the Lex on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 07:04:00 PST

The ants

Mr. Hornsby decided to have a picnic. Not an ordinary picnic, but an extraordinary one. So he needed supplies, of course. Off he went to the village market at the end of the small populated town in no...
Posted by A to the Lex on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 07:47:00 PST