Tuesday, January 6, 2004
Random, all over the map today....I couldn't construct a cohesive thought today if you paid me to.
Give the ladies a treat and be sweet, keep it neat - buy a Balltrimmer. Do they really prefer you keep it neat? Hair. No hair. I don't think it matters as long as you've gotta pair.
Poor little bastards. People have been setting gnomes free for years now, but they're still being held captive. Have you seen a Gnome in captivity? Well hell, man, set it free. I purchased a fine looking gnome last weekend at a flea market and recalling how people used to steal them, am hoping mine doesn't stray far from the back 40.
Bruce Eisner's gotta Blog. (Author of Ecstacy: The MDMA Story)
An ambitious idea - Bush For Janitor Blog
{blog site of the day}
Uffish Thoughts
{Robin Update}
When she gets discharged from the hospital, she'll be moving to another "facility" for occupational therapy. I haven't embraced this bit of news, because in my maudlin mind, I can't help but worry that this may be her last stop. Cirrhosis is the main culprit and my mind can't wrap around asking anyone how much time she may have left just yet. So I'm still wimpily digesting the whole deal.
Life was so much easier when your clothes didn't match and boys had cooties.
Give the ladies a treat and be sweet, keep it neat - buy a Balltrimmer. Do they really prefer you keep it neat? Hair. No hair. I don't think it matters as long as you've gotta pair.
Poor little bastards. People have been setting gnomes free for years now, but they're still being held captive. Have you seen a Gnome in captivity? Well hell, man, set it free. I purchased a fine looking gnome last weekend at a flea market and recalling how people used to steal them, am hoping mine doesn't stray far from the back 40.
Bruce Eisner's gotta Blog. (Author of Ecstacy: The MDMA Story)
An ambitious idea - Bush For Janitor Blog
{blog site of the day}
Uffish Thoughts
{Robin Update}
When she gets discharged from the hospital, she'll be moving to another "facility" for occupational therapy. I haven't embraced this bit of news, because in my maudlin mind, I can't help but worry that this may be her last stop. Cirrhosis is the main culprit and my mind can't wrap around asking anyone how much time she may have left just yet. So I'm still wimpily digesting the whole deal.
Life was so much easier when your clothes didn't match and boys had cooties.
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