December 2005
5 posts
hi ho.
careless santa.
Witness my father and I, watching the log fire thing on the TV for like no reason at all. The two of us got really confused upon seeing a hand put another log on the fire.
A debate ensued as to whether or not we should call KQED and ask them to stoke the fucker.
My father sees a kitten and decides what he must do is get out the golf balls. Later, lemons are chased.
At my mom’s, the...
land of...
The MAKE crew got custom printed Moleskines.
This has driven me ‘round the bend with jealousy. In other news, Nic’s been home sick for a week.
At the very least, I know he’s much worse off than I am.
busby berkeley dreams.
Written a week or so ago. I’m sorry. I’m sorry! Like I said, I haven’t written in like a month, so I have a whole heap of crazy to get out. It just keeps coming out in conversation. And not, you know. Here. Where it matters.
the law of gravity says no fair jumping up without...
jay: it involves me cooking lunch...
jay: cooking lunch doesn't sound right at all
jay: people make lunch
jay: they cook dinner
ed: they make love
ed: and i love dinner
ed: see where i'm going with that?
ed: because i don't