I can’t read anything here tonight!

ooh. this is one I hadn’t heard in a while, but just got today.

“Wow. I bet you’d be a great dad.”

*beam*

I can’t read comments in folk’s journals!

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Eunuch Elected Mayor of Indian Town

http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/nm/20001126/od/eunuch_dc_1.html

I guess the times, they are changin’.

Happy Birthday, Maus!!!

Pink Acacia, Fern, White Jasmine, White Lily, Lily of the Valley, Orchid….

meanings can be found here.

Sugar Magnolia

Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming, heads all empty and I don’t care,
Saw my baby down by the river, knew she’d have to come up soon for air.

Sweet blossom come on, under the willow, we can have high times if you’ll abide
We can discover the wonders of nature, rolling in the rushes down by the riverside.

She’s got everything delightful, she’s got everything I need,
Takes the wheel when I’m seeing double, pays my ticket when I speed

She comes skimmin’ through rays of violet, she can wade in a drop of dew,
She don’t come and I don’t follow, waits backstage while I sing to you.

Well, she can dance a Cajun rhythm, jump like a willys in four wheel drive.
She’s a summer love for spring, fall and winter. She can make happy any man alive.

Sugar magnolia, ringing that bluebell, caught up in sunlight, come on out singing
I’ll walk you in the sunshine, come on honey, come along with me.

She’s got everything delightful, she’s got everything I need,
A breeze in the pines and the sun and bright moonlight, lazing in the sunshine yes
indeed.

Sometimes when the cuckoo’s crying, when the moon is half way down,
Sometimes when the night is dying, I take me out and I wander around, I wander
’round.

Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees, going where the wind goes
Blooming like a red rose, breathing more freely,
Ride our singin’, I’ll walk you in the morning sunshine
Sunshine, daydream. Sunshine, daydream. Walking in the sunshine.

ooh! ginamoog is extra-pretty today! look at her pictures! Look!

newtcam

as i reconfigure it. specky yucky dark!! working on making it look good.

there’s wedded bliss
in the creamy kiss
of hostess twinkies.

–emily dickinson

to quote one of my Spanish friends…

“‘¡Oye, mama me la pinga, Desgraciado! ¡Gringo pendejo! ¡Te mato a ti, a tu madre, a tu padre, y a tu tio! ¡Come meirda, cabesa the bicho!”

my apologies to anyone who can read Spanish.

Everyone in but West Palm. The monkeys will rule the shattered, smoking ruins of this country, in short order.

*humming angry beavers song*

o/~ I think I like you. o/~

*hummmm*

Where is she? First I hear nothing from the brother, and now the girl is out and about. I guess I’ll make supper, and check back later. Tomorrow I begin work early, working doubleshift. 9am until at least 7 or 8 at night. Hopefully I can train the folks there to take it easy on me, or I’m going to have trouble.

In 1984, I was called ‘Squatch’ almost exclusively.

Third Sex. Ah, the caste system. Parts of the world really are different from here, and perhaps subtly the same.