Fat Girl Fall Down... Make Big Boom!!
Embarrassed? Who me? Never. I took it like a woman, the fall that is. I found myself in a Winnie the Pooh like state at work today while I was making my way down our staircase. I knew that I had to have watched a cartoon at one point in my life with some chunky character rolling its way down a hill or the like.
Hurt? No, I wasn't hurt. But I did make a call into my doctor to check on the status of my antibiotics and pain medication for my inner ear infection. Maybe it was my ear, maybe it was my 3.5" heels...who's to say. Point is I fell, but I am okay.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Get Well Soon!!
Get Well Soon Sis!!
All of my thoughts and prayers are focused on you. I love you and want you home with your family soon.
Love you,
Sasha
All of my thoughts and prayers are focused on you. I love you and want you home with your family soon.
Love you,
Sasha
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Crack Head Neighbors, Urine, and FIRE!!
Archive 7.19.2006
Crack Head Neighbors, Urine, and FIRE!!
I know that the headline pretty much sums up the story but I feel the need to fill you in just a little more on the details.
The Night Before
I was taking Noodles for a walk and noticed my Crack Head Neighbors had a blazing garbage/brush fire going in their back yard (roughly about 50 feet from my property line) and became alarmed. Should I call the fire department? The police? What should I do? We are in the middle of an extreme drought and the wind is blowing like crazy. I thought it best to let it go for the evening and go to bed.
The Next Day
Around 2:30 the following afternoon I get a franctic call from my 15 year old babysitter who starts by saying, "I was scared I almost PISSED my pants!!" Then she told me that the neighbors house was on fire and my yard was on fire and it was close to my house. I left work after explaining the urine and fire to my managers.
I arrive home to see numerous rescue vehicles, cars, trucks, and about 2/3 of my yard looking like someone had dropped a bomb on it.
The Crack Head Neighbors
The neighbors were at the lake having a grand old time and came home much later highly intoxicated and didn't even apologize. And, it has been two weeks since this has occurred and not once have they offered to come over clean up any of the mess. We have done all of the clean up ourselves. BASTARDS!!
Crack Head Neighbors, Urine, and FIRE!!
I know that the headline pretty much sums up the story but I feel the need to fill you in just a little more on the details.
The Night Before
I was taking Noodles for a walk and noticed my Crack Head Neighbors had a blazing garbage/brush fire going in their back yard (roughly about 50 feet from my property line) and became alarmed. Should I call the fire department? The police? What should I do? We are in the middle of an extreme drought and the wind is blowing like crazy. I thought it best to let it go for the evening and go to bed.
The Next Day
Around 2:30 the following afternoon I get a franctic call from my 15 year old babysitter who starts by saying, "I was scared I almost PISSED my pants!!" Then she told me that the neighbors house was on fire and my yard was on fire and it was close to my house. I left work after explaining the urine and fire to my managers.
I arrive home to see numerous rescue vehicles, cars, trucks, and about 2/3 of my yard looking like someone had dropped a bomb on it.
The Crack Head Neighbors
The neighbors were at the lake having a grand old time and came home much later highly intoxicated and didn't even apologize. And, it has been two weeks since this has occurred and not once have they offered to come over clean up any of the mess. We have done all of the clean up ourselves. BASTARDS!!
The Things We Do for Friends
Archive 6.22.2006
The Things We Do for Friends
How often have you found yourself in an awkward parched position because of a friend? I have the story of all friend stories for you to add to your archive today.
My friend, we'll call "it" "Larry" for the sake of privacy, and I were on our way to the bank when I looked over and noticed that "Larry" had quite the mustache.
SIDE NOTE:
Now, I love "Larry" a lot and think the world of it . . . That being said I am taking some new medication that causes me to say and do strange things.
Being the friend that I would want "Larry" to be to me, I said, "What the HELL is up with the handle-bar mustache "Lar?" Easily amused, Larry took a quick peek into the vanity mirror and to it's surprise saw the hairy beast.
Then the conversation went something like this:
"What do we do?" . . . "Do you not have a mirror at home?" . . . "No!!" . . . "What do you use for make-up?" . . . "I don't wear that much make-up!!" . . . "Fooled me!!" . . . "Take me to the dollar store and your going in!" . . . "The things I do for you." . . . "Not a word of this to anyone!" . . . "Never!!"
"I counted the change forever and then the guy gave me a ton of change back . . . I was embarrassed." . . . "What?!?" . . . "This medication has made me an idiot." . . . "You are an idiot!" . . . "Bitch!" . . . "Give me some of your make-up (as it wipes it's fingers along my face and pats it's freshly shaven lip) all better." . . . "I've never laughed so hard!!!" . . . "Not a word!" . . . "Never."
The Things We Do for Friends
How often have you found yourself in an awkward parched position because of a friend? I have the story of all friend stories for you to add to your archive today.
My friend, we'll call "it" "Larry" for the sake of privacy, and I were on our way to the bank when I looked over and noticed that "Larry" had quite the mustache.
SIDE NOTE:
Now, I love "Larry" a lot and think the world of it . . . That being said I am taking some new medication that causes me to say and do strange things.
Being the friend that I would want "Larry" to be to me, I said, "What the HELL is up with the handle-bar mustache "Lar?" Easily amused, Larry took a quick peek into the vanity mirror and to it's surprise saw the hairy beast.
Then the conversation went something like this:
"What do we do?" . . . "Do you not have a mirror at home?" . . . "No!!" . . . "What do you use for make-up?" . . . "I don't wear that much make-up!!" . . . "Fooled me!!" . . . "Take me to the dollar store and your going in!" . . . "The things I do for you." . . . "Not a word of this to anyone!" . . . "Never!!"
"I counted the change forever and then the guy gave me a ton of change back . . . I was embarrassed." . . . "What?!?" . . . "This medication has made me an idiot." . . . "You are an idiot!" . . . "Bitch!" . . . "Give me some of your make-up (as it wipes it's fingers along my face and pats it's freshly shaven lip) all better." . . . "I've never laughed so hard!!!" . . . "Not a word!" . . . "Never."
Nothing Like Rain and Wet Seats
Archive 6.07.2006
Nothing Like Rain and Wet Seats
I love it when it pours down rain and people who are not from Arkansas and are unaccustomed to our unique weather patterns drive their interchangeable vehicles (convertibles, Jeeps, motorcycles, etc.) missing an important part. Such as, the doors, the top or the fact that their entire transportation has left them without shield from the unusual elements we have.
Just makes me snicker . . . he . . . he . . . he. I hope that their vehicle grows mold and mildew with the inability to get the smells out for life. Don't think too much into this. I would not wish this on all of the good out-of-staters out there. . . just the idiot geeks who have no common sense.
Nothing Like Rain and Wet Seats
I love it when it pours down rain and people who are not from Arkansas and are unaccustomed to our unique weather patterns drive their interchangeable vehicles (convertibles, Jeeps, motorcycles, etc.) missing an important part. Such as, the doors, the top or the fact that their entire transportation has left them without shield from the unusual elements we have.
Just makes me snicker . . . he . . . he . . . he. I hope that their vehicle grows mold and mildew with the inability to get the smells out for life. Don't think too much into this. I would not wish this on all of the good out-of-staters out there. . . just the idiot geeks who have no common sense.
Noodles. The dog.
Archive 6.07.2006
Noodles. The dog.
So, we have a new puppy that has quite the personality. Let's just say that he is giving the cats some action they have never seen. Noodles may not be the best name for a male border collie, but that is the name that both of my kids decided on. Now, I find myself walking around the neighborhood talking to a pup named Noodles.
Something Noodles has that I haven't missed is his sharp, needle-like puppy teeth. How long 'til they fall out? Not soon enough.
The funniest thing he's done is pull down Slayton's shorts while trying to get him to play with him. It was too cute for words. I hope sis gets home soon to help me out with Noodles.
I will keep you informed.
Noodles. The dog.
So, we have a new puppy that has quite the personality. Let's just say that he is giving the cats some action they have never seen. Noodles may not be the best name for a male border collie, but that is the name that both of my kids decided on. Now, I find myself walking around the neighborhood talking to a pup named Noodles.
Something Noodles has that I haven't missed is his sharp, needle-like puppy teeth. How long 'til they fall out? Not soon enough.
The funniest thing he's done is pull down Slayton's shorts while trying to get him to play with him. It was too cute for words. I hope sis gets home soon to help me out with Noodles.
I will keep you informed.
Here "Lies" the Truth
Archive 5.17.2006
Here "Lies" the Truth
Oh, what a tangled web we weave when we first practice to deceive. Truer words have probably never been spoken. When you are given the opportunity to tell the truth . . . I suggest you take it. Though, for whatever underlying reason you may have, it might seem like a large bite to swallow at the time but I assure you it will eventually go down the ol' hatch.
I like to think that I am pretty damn smart and relatively good at reading people's thoughts, actions, and the way the present themselves. That being said, if you're close to me and I have established your "personal" routine . . . it might serve you best not to lie to me about matters that may be detrimental to our relationship.
Here are some clues for you to better protect yourself and your unhonest ways around me:
1. If I ask you if you are being honest with me, there should only be one answer.
2. I have already looked at your eyes (remember I have been studying you for awhile), be aware.
3. Though I may be smiling, I'm really evaluating.
4. You can't beat me, you might cheat because your not as good, but you can't beat me.
5. If it someone isn't going to die, just tell the truth. It will all work out in the end.
One of the greatest values a person can have is to not only be honest, but to be fair. For someone to understand the value of honest, true conversation that is meaningful and not in vain. This is what means a lot to me. Those who have these characteristics are held the closest to my heart and those who don't . . . well, let's just say they can go swim the fishes.
Here "Lies" the Truth
Oh, what a tangled web we weave when we first practice to deceive. Truer words have probably never been spoken. When you are given the opportunity to tell the truth . . . I suggest you take it. Though, for whatever underlying reason you may have, it might seem like a large bite to swallow at the time but I assure you it will eventually go down the ol' hatch.
I like to think that I am pretty damn smart and relatively good at reading people's thoughts, actions, and the way the present themselves. That being said, if you're close to me and I have established your "personal" routine . . . it might serve you best not to lie to me about matters that may be detrimental to our relationship.
Here are some clues for you to better protect yourself and your unhonest ways around me:
1. If I ask you if you are being honest with me, there should only be one answer.
2. I have already looked at your eyes (remember I have been studying you for awhile), be aware.
3. Though I may be smiling, I'm really evaluating.
4. You can't beat me, you might cheat because your not as good, but you can't beat me.
5. If it someone isn't going to die, just tell the truth. It will all work out in the end.
One of the greatest values a person can have is to not only be honest, but to be fair. For someone to understand the value of honest, true conversation that is meaningful and not in vain. This is what means a lot to me. Those who have these characteristics are held the closest to my heart and those who don't . . . well, let's just say they can go swim the fishes.
Rationalizing for a Resolution
Archive 5.21.2006
Rationalizing for a Resolution
For the past couple of weeks I have been searching for an attempt to rationalize the events that have been set in motion in my life. With a little gift that I have developed over the past couple of decades that some refer to obsessive compulsive disorder, I tend to not let "dead dogs lie." I search for resolutions that may not ever be obtained and attempt to rationalize behavior that has not explanation. This is the cross that I bare. This is the self inflected torment that I deal with on a regular basis.
What brings all of this about today, I have actually taken some time lately to watch some movies. Communication in theses movies is what has spawned this very rant. How two people, whether the feelings are mutual or not, still communicate. The first movie, "Sleeping With the Enemy" and the second "The Natural." Though from two separate genres, these movies both deal with issues between males and females and communication. Attraction, whether shared or not, was communicated and addressed with a resolution. Good or bad . . . the parties received a resolution.
Inner peace is all we could ever hope for as humans and some of us have a need to communicate and confront issues. While others, are unable to communicate and confront. How these people, those who can't communicate and confront, can go on about their day-to-day lives without addressing the issues at hand have me as confused as ever. Therefore, I find myself attempting to rationalize a resolution that more than likely will be inaccurate.
A former friend of mine once said, "A good friend of mine once said something to the effect of, rationalizing is just making excuses for something you know you did wrong. I'm sure that's exactly what you were hoping to hear. . ."
Maybe that statement is true after all. I'll never know. But, if that same friend was to read this . . . I would want to say, "No worries."
Rationalizing for a Resolution
For the past couple of weeks I have been searching for an attempt to rationalize the events that have been set in motion in my life. With a little gift that I have developed over the past couple of decades that some refer to obsessive compulsive disorder, I tend to not let "dead dogs lie." I search for resolutions that may not ever be obtained and attempt to rationalize behavior that has not explanation. This is the cross that I bare. This is the self inflected torment that I deal with on a regular basis.
What brings all of this about today, I have actually taken some time lately to watch some movies. Communication in theses movies is what has spawned this very rant. How two people, whether the feelings are mutual or not, still communicate. The first movie, "Sleeping With the Enemy" and the second "The Natural." Though from two separate genres, these movies both deal with issues between males and females and communication. Attraction, whether shared or not, was communicated and addressed with a resolution. Good or bad . . . the parties received a resolution.
Inner peace is all we could ever hope for as humans and some of us have a need to communicate and confront issues. While others, are unable to communicate and confront. How these people, those who can't communicate and confront, can go on about their day-to-day lives without addressing the issues at hand have me as confused as ever. Therefore, I find myself attempting to rationalize a resolution that more than likely will be inaccurate.
A former friend of mine once said, "A good friend of mine once said something to the effect of, rationalizing is just making excuses for something you know you did wrong. I'm sure that's exactly what you were hoping to hear. . ."
Maybe that statement is true after all. I'll never know. But, if that same friend was to read this . . . I would want to say, "No worries."
Idjit Medicine
Archive 6.21.2006
Idjit Medicine
So I have started yet another new medication this week for my phenomenal migraines.
She placed me on this medication for my migraines and it absolutely makes me stupid. I've never felt so dumb before in my life. I can't get my tongue to cooperate with my mind and as far as communicating a thought process forget it.
Mainly I felt stoned for the greater part of the day, but that could have been due to the two massive pain shots in my upper hip before traveling out of the Doctor's office yesterday. But, from what I've read . . . it's the medication. And, it looks like I'm only going to get dumber. Yippy, honking, skippy.
Idjit Medicine
So I have started yet another new medication this week for my phenomenal migraines.
She placed me on this medication for my migraines and it absolutely makes me stupid. I've never felt so dumb before in my life. I can't get my tongue to cooperate with my mind and as far as communicating a thought process forget it.
Mainly I felt stoned for the greater part of the day, but that could have been due to the two massive pain shots in my upper hip before traveling out of the Doctor's office yesterday. But, from what I've read . . . it's the medication. And, it looks like I'm only going to get dumber. Yippy, honking, skippy.
Idjit Medicine
So I have started yet another new medication this week for my phenomenal migraines.
She placed me on this medication for my migraines and it absolutely makes me stupid. I've never felt so dumb before in my life. I can't get my tongue to cooperate with my mind and as far as communicating a thought process forget it.
Mainly I felt stoned for the greater part of the day, but that could have been due to the two massive pain shots in my upper hip before traveling out of the Doctor's office yesterday. But, from what I've read . . . it's the medication. And, it looks like I'm only going to get dumber. Yippy, honking, skippy.
Idjit Medicine
So I have started yet another new medication this week for my phenomenal migraines.
She placed me on this medication for my migraines and it absolutely makes me stupid. I've never felt so dumb before in my life. I can't get my tongue to cooperate with my mind and as far as communicating a thought process forget it.
Mainly I felt stoned for the greater part of the day, but that could have been due to the two massive pain shots in my upper hip before traveling out of the Doctor's office yesterday. But, from what I've read . . . it's the medication. And, it looks like I'm only going to get dumber. Yippy, honking, skippy.
Let it Rain
Archive 5.03.2006
Let it rain
Arkansas weather is just crazy. The other day I left for work with blue skies and sunshine, and before I got 20 miles down the road the sky was dark and the sun was "no esta aqui." What makes this even better is the day before I had cleaned up my desk at work and noticed that I had two umbrellas under my desk. I guess I got lost in the moment and forgot to return at least one of the rain defenders back to my car where it properly resides.
Moving on. Dark skies, no sun . . . rain. Hard, cold rain. Realizing that the only umbrella I had left in my car was in the trunk, I begin to contemplate how I was going to get the umbrella out without getting soaked to the bone. Note: I have naturally curly hair and when my nice, straight hair gets wet . . . it's not pretty. We'll just leave it at that.
I decide the best way to retrieve the umbrella would be through the back's rabbit-hole entrance to the trunk. I have never claimed to be a tiny las and I acknowledged my body's curves before belly crawling into the trunk. Once I was in the trunk, though I knew I could get out, I had this cartoon image pop into my head of Winnie the Pooh getting stuck in Rabbits burrow with no one around to help him. My cell phone and keys where safe in the front of the car . . . good thing I didn't get stuck.
I pull out my "last resort" umbrella and begin my brisk, wet walk to my holding cell. Overflowing culverts, rivers on the sidewalk, and . . . yes, but of course, I wore my longest jeans without heels. Meaning? My jeans would be soaked from the calf down posing a large, future problem because I tend to sit Indian style in my fancy swivel chair. Wet calves and my preferred sitting style did not mesh. I was constantly putting my legs up, then down. I managed well, the wetness was contained to the sub-knee portion of my jeans.
I love the rainy nights . . .
Let it rain
Arkansas weather is just crazy. The other day I left for work with blue skies and sunshine, and before I got 20 miles down the road the sky was dark and the sun was "no esta aqui." What makes this even better is the day before I had cleaned up my desk at work and noticed that I had two umbrellas under my desk. I guess I got lost in the moment and forgot to return at least one of the rain defenders back to my car where it properly resides.
Moving on. Dark skies, no sun . . . rain. Hard, cold rain. Realizing that the only umbrella I had left in my car was in the trunk, I begin to contemplate how I was going to get the umbrella out without getting soaked to the bone. Note: I have naturally curly hair and when my nice, straight hair gets wet . . . it's not pretty. We'll just leave it at that.
I decide the best way to retrieve the umbrella would be through the back's rabbit-hole entrance to the trunk. I have never claimed to be a tiny las and I acknowledged my body's curves before belly crawling into the trunk. Once I was in the trunk, though I knew I could get out, I had this cartoon image pop into my head of Winnie the Pooh getting stuck in Rabbits burrow with no one around to help him. My cell phone and keys where safe in the front of the car . . . good thing I didn't get stuck.
I pull out my "last resort" umbrella and begin my brisk, wet walk to my holding cell. Overflowing culverts, rivers on the sidewalk, and . . . yes, but of course, I wore my longest jeans without heels. Meaning? My jeans would be soaked from the calf down posing a large, future problem because I tend to sit Indian style in my fancy swivel chair. Wet calves and my preferred sitting style did not mesh. I was constantly putting my legs up, then down. I managed well, the wetness was contained to the sub-knee portion of my jeans.
I love the rainy nights . . .
Broke Back Mountain and Rockstars
Archive 5.10.2006
Broke Back Mountain and Rockstars
I finally watched Broke Back Mountain and was, to my surprise, very impressed. I found the movie to be very well made and touching. I've never been big on watching men with other men, in fact . . . kind of a big turn off for me. Not that there's anything wrong with it, it just isn't my idea of visual stimulation.
There is a catch though. For some reason the entire time I was watching this movie I couldn't help but picture a certain "Rockstar" in this situation. It was just one of those "come to Jesus" moments, where the light bulb illuminates and you finally understand.
It's okay. I understand now.
Broke Back Mountain = Rockstar = Male who is uncomfortable with who he is.
Holly crap, I'm good.
Broke Back Mountain and Rockstars
I finally watched Broke Back Mountain and was, to my surprise, very impressed. I found the movie to be very well made and touching. I've never been big on watching men with other men, in fact . . . kind of a big turn off for me. Not that there's anything wrong with it, it just isn't my idea of visual stimulation.
There is a catch though. For some reason the entire time I was watching this movie I couldn't help but picture a certain "Rockstar" in this situation. It was just one of those "come to Jesus" moments, where the light bulb illuminates and you finally understand.
It's okay. I understand now.
Broke Back Mountain = Rockstar = Male who is uncomfortable with who he is.
Holly crap, I'm good.
The first 13 days of Sacred September
Archive 9.07.2006
The first 13 days of Sacred September
Did you know...
The first 13 days of September are very sacred days. Yes. Very sacred days indeed. These days have been part of decades of traditional celebration of the birth a very gifted, beautiful and blessed girl...which is now, and has been for awhile, a woman. These 13 days are spent spreading the joy and allowing each and everyone the opportunity to acknowledge the presence of royalty and even present gifts, sing songs, and share in the eating of the infamous bean burritos (lots of hot sauce).
For those of you who may have forgotten this sacred day, which climaxes on the actual birth date of the given angel on the 13th, are all invited to come on out to the Crazy Hibachi on September 8th and enjoy some Flying Sushi and Mongolian cookin' in a fun atmosphere then taking off to hear the Getty's ...then to the River Market for. . . well the possibilities are endless and this is my last birthday in my 20's so let's make it memorable.
Toodles and lots of love,
Sasha
sashawheeler@gmail.com
The first 13 days of Sacred September
Did you know...
The first 13 days of September are very sacred days. Yes. Very sacred days indeed. These days have been part of decades of traditional celebration of the birth a very gifted, beautiful and blessed girl...which is now, and has been for awhile, a woman. These 13 days are spent spreading the joy and allowing each and everyone the opportunity to acknowledge the presence of royalty and even present gifts, sing songs, and share in the eating of the infamous bean burritos (lots of hot sauce).
For those of you who may have forgotten this sacred day, which climaxes on the actual birth date of the given angel on the 13th, are all invited to come on out to the Crazy Hibachi on September 8th and enjoy some Flying Sushi and Mongolian cookin' in a fun atmosphere then taking off to hear the Getty's ...then to the River Market for. . . well the possibilities are endless and this is my last birthday in my 20's so let's make it memorable.
Toodles and lots of love,
Sasha
sashawheeler@gmail.com
Switchin' Partners and Takin' Names
Archive 9.23.2006
Switchin' Partners and Takin' Names
Everyone knows that since the invention of the DVR I have become a Days junkie. I was shocked when I was tuned in the other day to find that a freshly rescued Jack and Jennifer were off to London to live, meaning they were exiting stage left for good! After such a nail biting script?? It was like I was watching Charmedall over again. Disappointed. Yep.
So, the research began. More disappointment. Shawn-Douglas Brady would be leaving by the end of the week {by the way his birthday is September 13th just incase you wanted to know WHY he is so damn special!!) and by October Patrick, Mimi and Carrie and Austin and who knows who else will be going with him.
But, Shawn is being replaced by Brandon Beemer. Meaning that Mimi will have a new partner Brandon Beemer. Or will she? It might be Belle who has a new partner?
Then there is Carrie and Austin who are leaving. Yet, Carrie is married to Lucas. Another partner swap?
Back to Shawn-Douglas, Brandon has been on Days before when Chealse was still going through all of her problems. I just don't see why they had to take all of these people out during the middle of a great story.
By the way, where has Vicotor been? Does anyone else think that E.J. is Benji besides me? And let's talk about Steve. He's just stupid and dry. If I was going to whack a character it would have been his and while I was at it I'd throw Kate in prison.
Let's not forget my favorite of all... Sami Brady..She's got ...Personality...Personality...and Issues!!
Switchin' Partners and Takin' Names
Everyone knows that since the invention of the DVR I have become a Days junkie. I was shocked when I was tuned in the other day to find that a freshly rescued Jack and Jennifer were off to London to live, meaning they were exiting stage left for good! After such a nail biting script?? It was like I was watching Charmedall over again. Disappointed. Yep.
So, the research began. More disappointment. Shawn-Douglas Brady would be leaving by the end of the week {by the way his birthday is September 13th just incase you wanted to know WHY he is so damn special!!) and by October Patrick, Mimi and Carrie and Austin and who knows who else will be going with him.
But, Shawn is being replaced by Brandon Beemer. Meaning that Mimi will have a new partner Brandon Beemer. Or will she? It might be Belle who has a new partner?
Then there is Carrie and Austin who are leaving. Yet, Carrie is married to Lucas. Another partner swap?
Back to Shawn-Douglas, Brandon has been on Days before when Chealse was still going through all of her problems. I just don't see why they had to take all of these people out during the middle of a great story.
By the way, where has Vicotor been? Does anyone else think that E.J. is Benji besides me? And let's talk about Steve. He's just stupid and dry. If I was going to whack a character it would have been his and while I was at it I'd throw Kate in prison.
Let's not forget my favorite of all... Sami Brady..She's got ...Personality...Personality...and Issues!!
Friday, September 29, 2006
Kill Me Now Lord... Kill Me NOW!!
For the last 4 days I have been doing battle with the beast from within...I think that I am starting to come around. I don't know where or what I came into contact with but it tore into me like a newbie at the San Quentin State Prison! I am glad that it has left and I hope that it has fun torturing the likes of other poor innocent souls.
I am still weak, maybe by Monday I'll be back to normal. Good thing is, I think I lost about 8 pounds.
I am still weak, maybe by Monday I'll be back to normal. Good thing is, I think I lost about 8 pounds.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
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