Nancy? Gretchen? McGuinn? Every woman in my life who isn't Emmy or Pam or Marsha or Margaret? This one's for you.

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Riddle me this: I have resolutions for the new year. Though for all it's worth, time's rather irrelevant at this point. For instance, how long have I been here and how long will I be here? I'm here now and that's all that figures ( Read more... )

Ringo--your present is with me. That means in order to find your present, you've got to find me.

Hint: the astronauts requested that the song be played as they hurtled back to earth in December '65.

Of course, this goes to the rest of you who feel as though I owe presents.

I miss you, old man.

Mr., Parsons--nee Connor--was last seen venturing toward the upper North wing of the hospital with a conspicuous box wrapped like a large Christmas present. This in itself is not alarming; however it is concerning, as Parsons has failed to return to his residence in the lower North wing. If anyone can clarify his whereabouts, please let a doctor or ( Read more... )

Nancy, it sure was lovely that you came by to visit me by the way, I am not paying child support if you pulled some dirty trick to have my baby. I really did appreciate it ( Read more... )

I know my stalker ex Nancy is keeping track of me, so this is for her:

( cut cut cut to protect the innocent )

I found an appropriate new addition to my scrapbook.


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I get so down around the Holidays. By around the Holidays I mean the entire space between my birthday and Christmas day.

That's the excuse I'm using for my lack of interest in this scrapbook. Hell, that's the excuse I'm using for my lack of interest in everything.