Monday, June 16, 2008
Land of Enchantment
I'm always living in my own land of enchantment, but today I'm going to the official part of the country known as such. I wanted to do a full post before I left, but I have a new friend and hanging out turned out to be a terribly time-consuming affair yesterday. I can't dish, because I already know he's as much of a google stalker as the rest of us. But if I could, it would be good.
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I hate when I can't dish about something! Darn you, Google Stalk, and our love/hate relationship!
I didn't understand any of that. It just sounds like goobledy gook for lots of sex.
Well, good for you. If every young man picked up a brunette (like you) rather than fly a fighter jet, we'd all be better off. Blondes not bombs!
Are you talking about wal mart?
better: sam's club. did you know they sell SUPER HDtvs? it's true.
and lickedysplit, it wasn't gobbledy gook for sex, just getting caught in a little enchanted bubble, but indeed, brunettes not bombs.
ah, I miss those magical moments of pure inertia. When I was sitting perfectly still, but it felt like I was sliding straight up, all the way up to the the bright yellow sky. And even with my eyes closed, I could see the sun.
well said, lickedy. well said.
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