is mostly made of his daddy, dolly, madonna, and mama.
is mostly made of his daddy, dolly, madonna, and mama.
Family
is back on solid ground. Super Bowl, folks.
is back on solid ground. Super Bowl, folks.
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I love the smell of spray paint. It harkens back to a younger era of me in the country, bein’ bad. I can always tell when someone’s done a really fresh tag or when they’ve marked up the sidewalks somewhere for maintanence– it throws me back to Colonial Beach before they paved the roads. A…
Napkins
My mother, being both sentimental and batty, insisted on purchasing holiday eating utensils at every oppertunity. Every Thanksgiving, along with the stuffing and the jiggly canned cranberry, we had cartoon turkeys on nonlinen linens. Christmas had wrapping paper and hollyberry bev-naps. The plates, cups, and especially napkins were purchased for anniverseries and birthdays, halloween and…
Slow News Week
Not a lot to report, kiddies. No news is good news, or so Mom used to tell me when the mailbox was empty. Its an empty mailbox month so far. Just playing with the Logan Circle family, relaxing in Dupont Circle on the nice weather days (even climbing trees), and making new friends (Geoff). Geoff…
Chores
The folks had their 23rd Wedding anniversery last night; it doesn’t get more romantic than the first day of spring, ya’ll. They’re coming into the District this evening to hang out and have dinner and I’m really very excited, not having seen them in a few months and all. They should be here around 7:30,…
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Tonight at Taint (superfun) I went to the bathroom. Not an unusual occurrencefor me at a bar– clearly. In the bathroom a boy was fixing his hair in the mirror (and in the sink, he may as well have been bathing. That boy, before allowing me to use the mirror, told me that only people…
You Don’t Even Know Me!
I don’t know who the fuck this quiz thinks she is, startin’ out all fantastic, and then cuttin’ to the quick of my crazy like its her job. Fidelity, abuse, and pathological lying? Fuck that bitch, I will mace her ass. She don’t even know me! From here on in, no more quizes! To wit:…
Everclear and My Mom
Okay, so Halo isn’t at 14th and Mass, its at 14th and P. Basically, the hip new spot that just opened Friday is seeable from my window. In fact, its only three doors down from me. Weird, right? I was really expecting it to be a straight bar, but apparently its far from it: totally…
Gravy?
It’s a quiet 11:30, I shouldn’t be home. I should be at work, at Cosi, still waiting tables, and still bitching about shit that doesn’t really matter to the real world. Except, unfortunatly, I’m not. I don’t work there anymore. I’m not so upset about it that I want to be forlorne. I’m not driven…