Got my check today from the CD MAP antitrust litigation. It's about enough to buy another CD with - if I search in the bargain bins...
The wind is whipping around outside. There's a winter advisory warning out that says we might get an inch of snow tonight - so needless to say there is extreme panic in Atlanta.
I miss my laptop. I miss my aggregator.
I found my phone card. Apologies for accusing nobody in particular. It had fallen between my Isaac Hayes Black Moses record and my Wynton Kelly Last Sessions record during my mad dj performance during the party. The smokes are still AWOL. And Star's christmas tree is still in our front yard. Check that - the tree is gone.
everybody knows that you prefer to stroke Monsignor's buttons.
It's Monsieur.
ooooooo aren't we all high falootin' and french now ! git a little gay and the next thing you know he is wearing pretty dresses like the " foppish" Duc d'Anjou in the 1998 movie spectaculareuse, Elizabeth. So, are you feeling a bit foppish then? A good fopping is what you probably need! In and Out with the ole one, two, - FOP!
The cigarettes were found in the yard. The dogs had eaten them.
Don't those dogs ever get fed? Geez. Rat Poison. Cigarettes. Insatiable.
Hey, the tree is still there. I saw it yesterday.