I'm writing with a deadline as grilled cheese cooks in the kitchen. I had a dream a couple nights ago that I bought a .38 Special revolver for $30 and kept it in my back pocket. When I walked home from Katie's last night after winning scrabble all I could think of over in over in my head was the nonsensical phrase 'I'm going to live alone at the fallout shelter.' I haven't figured that one out yet.
It is what it is
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
7 comments:
Isn't that close to the american Pie song - Helter skelter in a summer swelter , a bird flew off from the fallout shelter... actually its not close at all.
PS: the new format is... um .... nice, really very nice.
attractive format. your portrait looks like a unabomber-dean ween lovechild. dangerous AND sexy!
gonna miss the chatterbox, though.
i feel like i have to respond, being the person responsible for the possible demise of your chatterbox...um...good use of your time today, boyfriend. you're looking very...chic.
Will
The chatterbox is gone and you removed the link to my site - sad times in DC.
Jesus, sorry Chris. I did part of the links yesterday, and I'll finish now.
I already finished. he he
lord it's early
Post a Comment