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For Scott

No entry today. Too sad. Actually, I’ll leave it to Chrome, who wrote this when my friend Tom died a few months ago. “Weet…first off let me say I’m sorry for the loss of your friend. You have my deepest condolences. Second…by what you say you are putting to much weight upon your own back. […]

Setting Free The Breasts

Fern has confirmed that Casper V’s dad Casper V Senior does indeed drive an overcompensating snazzy red Camaro convertible. And that she sees him occaisionally at her job and tries to think of ways to ask him to whip out a picture so that she can see what Casper V the Younger now looks like. […]

And it was all yellow

I googled Casper V and now feel like a stalker. It occurred to me that I don’t know if that had been his Camaro or possibly his father’s since he was a Jr (Just like Esteban, actually’ gah, mofo Jr’s making the world complicated). I still don’t know, but I do know that he was […]

Supine

So the weekend. How many of my Monday entries start like that? I think a powerful lot of them do. Even though today isn’t really a Monday, it’s Tuesday, but in reality, it’s Stealth Monday, so it still counts. I was supposed to work late on Friday night, which was ridiculous, to work until 7 […]

I’ve fallen and I can’t get up

There’s a cricket living in my garage. And with the acoustics in the garage, he sounds like the biggest cricket in the history of cricketdom. He’s not a cricket, he’s a Cricket. He’s Cricketasaurus Rex. The Cricket does not need a prop. When I walk out into my breezeway (which is now technically a mudroom […]

Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

So breasts. Got em? Like em? Go sponsor Diaryland’s own Marn in her Boobtacular endeavor. I’m happy to be a Bazoonga supporter myself. God only knows what I’d have to talk about if I wasn’t all boobalicious. I had a half day on Friday, so I went shopping for summer clearances because the siren call […]

I think it’s Meat

I’ve decided to free The Precious on the comments section. I had been holding out, waiting for specific residents of Texas to register for JournalCon, but then I decided that I was being very evil and also using psychological torture in certain cases. Oh. And Mare’s going to JournalCon. And Eeky too. And a bunch […]

“Quiet Night at the Bad Bar” is an oxymoron

Stop’ part one of this entry is here. Go read it. I’ll wait. Phew. Penny and Carissa asked if I would do their hair for our evening’s hotness. I accepted the challenge, complimented that they feel that confident in my beautifying techniques to entrust their heads to me. It’s been a weird summer, as this […]

With my right hand man, Tits McDougall

My lips are back to normal. But for awhile? They were frighteningly large. Now, they only look as though they need serious exfoliating, but I suspect that were I to attempt a little sugar scrub,

The Lips That Destroyed Cleveland

So my lips. I had noticed a wee bit of tightness associated with sunburn on Sunday. I was a little irritated by this because I actually had specifically put on lip stuff with spf 25. But it was no matter, for they were tight and somewhat sore and red. I put on some Lush lip […]

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