Some things in life are so beautifully tailored or wonderfully complex that they can only be called velveteen equations...This is the kind of stuff I come up with on good days. On the other days, well...these are my musings on random topics, basically.
Links will return soon! When Liza is not so lazy, eh heh heh...
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Why I Don't Tell You About My Dreams
Last night I dreamed about the Shack.
Garrett had a Cockney accent.
I am a crackhead.
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
Nice. I always suspected there was a chemical altering your state...
1 comment:
Nice. I always suspected there was a chemical altering your state...
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