Gray Cat came back to say hello to the Spottish lass on 1/12/06 around quarter to six, mountain standard time.
Because of the auspices surrounding today, my bike is locked up in my apartment rather than left outside and securely attached to a metal pole.
I discoveredd that after nearly five years, someone has finally put up a number for my apartment! This is a good thing and a bad thing. First and foremost, people might realize that there's an apartment. Secondly, I can have food delivered without people getting lost. Note that the only people who have gotten lost while delivering food were from Louie's Pizza. Everything about Louie's Pizza is fucked up and not in a good way.
The next Friday the Thirteenth is in October. I'm probably going to request to have that day off from work. 2009 will be host to three Friday the Thirteenths.
Boy oh boy I'm drunk. Sea salt and black pepper chips are really good. I'm Larry King. Nothing says love like a Catholic school uniform and a pair of tits to match. Okeechobee Florida you're on the air. Balloon knot.
Balloon knot.
Balloon knot.
Oh my.
