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Blah blah blah weekend fun way too much never again blah blah blah.

More to the point, I'm blind.

By the way, if you don't have Appetite For Destruction, you have a problem.

Christmas is coming...

Five bands played at the Middle East on Saturday night. Shall we ( Read more... )

Your casual photograph, my lesson. God, what I found shouldn't make me feel so. It does, it does. So much to tell, so much space taken and one click would make it all go away. But no ( Read more... )

The soda machine gave me an extra twenty cents back on my dollar. Is this some sort of test? My paranoia reaches new heights - the velvet glove is off, Mister Change-Planter.

By the way, Mister Change-Planter, was it you who left my Miracle Whip out all day?

"." looks like a small moose.

Those wings aren't smiling. They told us about yours.

But which Hell you'd rather? The heavy one, the every one?
Yes, please.

What he said, says - my exactlyonce worked exactlynot. Keep walking. You know where you belong and it's a long way still.
O my honest Hell.

The plates are on the mantel and the car is on its way. Farewell, old friend. You've served me well.

Kaplin seems embarrassed by the "Listerine Gene" moniker.

I passed a truck on the way in to work this morning. Harvard & Commonwealth, the light turned green and the driver was slow to respond, so I shot ahead. On Brighton Avenue, I stopped at a red light and the truck pulled over by the Acton Bearing Company. The driver got out and gave me the finger.

He was shirtless. I win.