It feels like the last day of school.
That kick-off-your-shoes, run-down-the-halls, Sign My Yearbook! feeling. 
And I almost feel like I'm going to miss this place. 
But only like missing a step on the stairs. Pounding heart, wide eyes... But I'll get over it. 
And I know I'm not the only one around here with this feeling.
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Eeeyy, Bambino.

Today is Easter (so it has been said) and I will celebrate by getting Fucked Up.
See, here's why.
Easter is so....... forgetable. I haven't had an Easter worth remembering in years. And this is one holiday that I really feel nothing for, whatsoever. Even Christmas, a devil holiday it may be, gets me a little warm and fuzzy (maybe all ( Read more... )

In an effort to get people to look ( Read more... )

A Year in Provence, by Peter Mayle.

"(...)it is well known that the English kill their lamb twice; once when they slaughter it, and once when they cook it"
       I've never met anyone with such a strong opinion about food. I'm sure it can't be that bad... except for the dead animal part:-/ This is a quote from Monsieur Bagnols, a floor cleaner at a ( Read more... )

I begin this entry with a phrase.
This phrase is: SWEET SAUCE. 
I feel that, out of all earthly phrases, this one has the most heart, the most soul, the most dick&balls, if you will. 
I say it with conviction, knowing that what I say is true to the utmost degree.
SWEET SAAAUCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I, for the first time in a whole goddamn month, got ( Read more... )

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Engaged.

 
But I have officially banished that blasted PMS monster for another month or so. I wish they prescribed tranquilizers for PMS. I wonder if doctors have a suggestion box for that kind of thing. If they don't then I've got two suggestions for them. If they've already got a box, I've only got one. Or maybe they could just have a box of tranquilizers ( Read more... )