I'm dying! isn't this Canada? shouldn't I live in an igloo, and eat seal meat, and shoot whales???? of course, that may have something to do with the fact that I am clad in flannel PJ pants. w/e (stole that from Brad, and Kevin! ha ha!). my own stupidity. I'm not changing!
I keep wondering if other people from elsewhere in the world have been reading my blog. I suppose it's not terribly interesting. The title doesn't do much to excite the senses. Maybe I should change it to "Click here for great sex!" nah...too much work.
what a laaaaaaazy day.
Friday, July 23, 2004
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I agree, it was frickin hot out. You do talk about sex in it enough to keep what fans you have coming back. when are you seeing copacabanana this weekend?
Kevin, I dunno when I'll see Copacabana. It all depends if my mom'll give me the dough to do that little thing. And, Georgia person, I'm proud that you dance! I dance too, but crappily, and usually half naked while doing housework. :) :) :) Darn, I hope my neighbors aren't reading this!!!
WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!!!! Did I just hear you say AUGUST SECOND?????? WTF????? I totally missed that on my first time reading that!!! what the kind of purgatory do you freaking live in down there? move to Canada. we're normal.
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