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Archive for August, 2003
three things:
1. the cedar inn is creepy.
2. using tiny arrows to turn virginia woolf into a comic-book villain was not my idea.
3. andy has put up with me for one year.
fried okra, antlered rabbits, and the foot of an alligator
ooh! ooh! can i go instead of prince charles? my ears are about as big as his.
just now someone drove by my study window, and from their car stereo i heard “…so fine to see your face at my door.” but who really shows up at people’s houses unannounced these days? and who listens to that song in their car ON PURPOSE? no, i must have imagined it.
BWA ha ha ha! eww.
