And I still think Shrift should tell Jehova that her name is Shiva.
He didn't give me a chance this morning. He just shuffled past, dug in the ashtray for butts, and then hocked a loogie. I stood off to the side behind a pillar, my eyes rolling back and my eyelids fluttering in the universal sign for OMG That's Like So Gross. Unfortunately, according to TV medical dramas, it also seems to be the universal sign for OMG I'm Having A Seizure Call 911.
Not quite a house but 1050 sq.feet of condo. But like I said, in Phoenix, where Everyone Who is Nobody is.
Phoenix, where Everyone Who is Nobody is.
Which (I think) means they should be treating you like a rock star.
But that could be just me.
My hand holding her in that picture is not for support so much as to keep her from attacking the Easter lilies or sound system cords just offscreen.
Oh, so she's at that phase already. Wow, they grow fast.
Some things (girlfriend) are going great.
Oh, the skipper that is me had no idea about that. It's good to read that it's going well enough to help with the less good things, which I hope will improve soon, as well.
Aimée, may I be an annoying skipper and beg for pictures of Emma? And wonder if I'm spelling her name properly? And how are you doing?
Aw, Sean.(blush)
We are also the red-light running, identity-thefting capital of the nation. We're very proud.
We've got nowhere to go but we'll get there by any means necessary, damn it.
I have a dilemma.
I have to go to the airport.
I'm still not wearing pants, and I have no desire to move from my chair.
I am not quite sure how to reconcile these two things.