Bored and posting like a motherfucker. Yes...and quite possibly stupid.

OK, today people have to talk more. There should be a new post at least every ten minutes. Now, come on, this is going to take effort from everybody. They should be long posts, too. If you can't think of anything to write, describe how your stomach feels. Got it?

Come on, kids. Please?

Calif. Alcohol Board May Lift Porn Ban in Bars SACRAMENTO, CA- A federal court decision may mean the California Alcoholic Beverage Control agency will repeal a ban on sexually explicit materials where liquor is sold, opening the door to what Joe Shea, a disapproving community activist calls, "porn bars". The state ban on sexually explicit material being available in businesses that serve alcohol has been in place for 30 years, reported the LA Daily News. According to ABC officials, the ban could be repealed as early as July. Mathew D. Botting, chief counsel for ABC said, "The Supreme Court can't even define obscenity, so we're not in the position to be morality police and decide what is obscene and what is not." Shea, who resides in Hollywood, claims that the repeal will also incite increased violence against women. "It's an unhealthy kind of competition and one more element in the slow decay of our society," said Shea. But Botting didn't think there was any cause for concern,"I'm sure some licensees may try to take advantage of this, but to the extent to which it could become a free-for-all, there is no basis for such fear." Repeal of the state law may not change things in many municipalities because of already existing local ordinances to control adult businesses. Deborah Sanchez, a lawyer for the LA Special Enforcement Unit said that porn bars would be subject to existing city regulations that govern adult businesses. Peter Eliasberg, a lawyer with the ACLU told the LA Daily News, said the move was positive, "It takes the alcohol regulation people out of the business of censorship and tells them to do what they should be doing."

i never told everybody that my car got rear-ended on monday. it was around 6 p.m. and i put the cat in her cardboard pet-carrier box thing and put her in the passenger seat of my pontiac. we were going to a friend's house where i could drink scotch and the cat could nose around the backyard. i'm only a few blocks out of my apartments going through downtown, waiting at the light at grove and weatherford. i've got the blues on the radio. suddenly there's a loud thud and a jolt. i'm not wearing a seat belt; i lurch forward toward the steering wheel but don't hit it. the cat box is jolted but doesn't fall to the floorboard. I look in my rear-view mirror. it's a woman in her forties, nice hair-do and expensive sports car. she gives me this stricken, worried look. she is clearly someone who was not well equipped to be driving that car. she is also obviously a woman who has a husband at home who is going to go apeshit over whatever no-account little ding she might've incurred. i check the cat. a species that can survive a fall from a tall building could survive an auto ass-nudging. the light changes and i drive to the next light, which is red. the woman is following me, waiting for me to pull off somewhere to exchange insurance or whatever. i don't because my car is a hunk of shit with enough dents in it already to make whatever she might've done imperceptible. when the light changes again, i lose her. on the drive to my friend's house, i start feeling a little dizzy and my neck around the throat aches a little - a tightness. a few scotches clears that up. though even now the tight feeling in my throat is still there. other than that, i'm fine. the cat is as hopped up as ever.

Ah, nice. Thank you. Droopy, did you see your doctor about your dizziness? I would tell y'all about the last accident I was in (note: I've never been in one when I was the driver), but I'm hungry and I have cramps and the phone just wrang and I still have to organize a meeting and solve a mysterious problem with our records, so I'm going to bail. Forgive me, please. I'll be back in a little while.

my head is on sideways today. i have two levels of management (with a level in between) telling me to do two different things. i imagine i will. have to. do them. both. so, unseen. i will be.

I can't believe I spelled "rang" wrong. Ah, office politics. Infinitely amusing when one is an observer, brain-frying when one is a participant. We had a meeting last month with our division's VP (think head of the Five Families). The man was so nice at first, and then my boss (Godfather) brought up a problem we had (a big, multi-million $ problem), and the guy denied that anything was wrong. 3 people in my dept. (consiglieri) and I (low level consigliere on some days, muscle on others, Connie recently) insisted that this was a huge problem, and the guy *still* told us we were making a big deal out of nothing. It took everything I had in me not to say, "what do you know, you jerk?" That would have gotten me whacked for sure. Instead, I stayed seated on the floor at my boss' feet and muttered old Italian curses to myself. ("Managgia la porca" is one of my favorites.) But it's okay...I've been rewarded for my loyalty to la famiglia with protection. Personal protection, from the Godfather himself. Speaking of whom, where is he? God Almighty, I need to get that man a bell for his neck. Managgia might have 2 Ns. Wouldn't look right, but that's how you pronounce it. Damn these cramps. Argh.

i'm seeing my doctor, spider, but not about the car thing. i severely need to be medicated. in fact, what i need is to get him to call in a prescription for me.

Do you have someone who can check in on you? Bring you groceries? Pick up your medicine?

if it came to that. but it ain't came to that yet.

That's my boy.

hey, how creepy is this? I have a friend who just broke up with her boyfriend of several years. he has a stalker-lite history, meaning that when they have broken up temporarily in the past, she has caught him doing drive-bys. she herself has done a drive-by. previous boyfriends of hers have done drive-bys. I've done drive-bys. not too weird. but yesterday she found a note by her front door. a random passerby was walking his dog around midnight the night before, and he said that he saw someone scoping out the truck parked in front of her house. the note writer (he left his phone number and she called him later) said the man had gotten out of his vehicle, and was peering into the truck by the house, then after a while he got back in his car and drove off. the note writer, who assumed the man was planning to steal the truck, described the color, model, and make of the vehicle, which, of course, exactly matched the one belonging to the ex. my friend knows her ex was trying to figure out whose truck it was. he's obsessed with the idea that she may sleep with other men. it was not a mutual breakup at all. I say she should confront him about this and insist he quit this behavior, which worries not only her but random strangers! she and another close friend think of hers she should hold onto this information for later, when she may need it. like, proof she will need in an argument with him later on or something. this whole thing is awful. I think she should say something right away, tell him to quit it, then go to the police if he doesn't. she's afraid of him, and I'm afraid for her. especially when I read shit like this: http://seattlep-i.nwsource.com/local/24255_plu23.shtml

Where is that wretched man? I've been looking for him for almost 2 hours. An hour ago he poked his head into my office, but I was on the phone, so he went down the hall and that was the last I saw of him. ARGH. Did you know that, according to the Myers-Briggs Temperament Sorter that we all took last Tuesday, he and I have the same temperament? INFP, though we're both smack in the middle between T and F. This explains how I can be so patient with him. I'm one of the few who can be.

Cyst, do you think your friend is reluctant to confront the guy because she's afraid he'll blow up into violence?

Bored and posting like a motherfucker. Yes...and quite possibly stupid. Dammit, I don't care. No one else is has said anything for a HALF AN HOUR. Why not? You all got lives or sumpin? Mine apparently revolves around the whims of a bailer.

i was a lunch sugar....where is the patience you speak of? i was taking my usual lunch walk around the blvd. Usual hollywood shit. Hooker and pimps, some folks making a movie...and bums. cyst your friend should at make a documentation of this, possibly even file a police report if she is hesitant to confront him. But he should at least be told to stop.

Cyst, tell your friend to go overboard in dealing with this guy. It is better to take too many precautions, than not enough. She needs to get a restraining order now. And she should not communicate with him anymore, talking to him will just prolong his feeling that he still has some hold on her.

Yeah, cyst, keep on her until she does something about him. Have I told you I can't have caffeine? I took a Midol 2 hours ago, before learning each pill has 60 mg caffeine in it, and now my hands are shaking, teeth are chattering, pulse is racing, brain is fogging, stomach is clenching, mouth is drying.....but hey! no cramps!

Posts too long... To fucking lazy to read. Falling asleep at work.

you guys are right. I will talk to her about it this weekend.

Hooray! Finally nailed him down. Finally learned how to do the task I had had to keep bugging him to do since I didn't know how to do it. Possibly maybe convinced him to get the program installed on my desktop without me having to go to the training session in Dayton, Ohio, of all god-forsaken places. Best of all, the caffeine is wearing off. I don't even care that none of you care. I'm happy. 3.25 hours before I can go home.

i care, spider. caffeine overdose sucks. for me, the worst part is these thought streams. like thoughts coming out of a firehose. BLAP BLAP BLAP BLIPPITY BLAP BLAAP BLIPPITY BLAP BLIPPITY BLIPPITY BLAP. lying in bed, thinking in code. BLAP BLAP. adding ( ) around words i'm passing to other streams, completing each BLAP BLIPPITY BLAP with a ;, decisions made BLAP ? BLIPPITY() : BLAP (BLAP); while (BLIPPITY > BLAP(BLIPPITY)) { BLIPPITY=BLIPPITY(BLAP); BLIPPITY++;} if (BLAP(BLIPPITY(BLAP))) BLIPPITY(BLAP(BLAP(BLIPPITY)))); hmm. yes. that was awhile ago. it still makes my anus tighten and my right foot go numb. it's all the same only the names will change everyday it seems we're wasting away another place where the faces are sooo cold i'll drive all night just to get back home. i'm a cowboy on a steel horse i ride i'm wanted. dead or alive. sometimes i sleep sometimes it's not for days the people i meet just go their seperate ways sometimes you tell a day by the bottle that you drink sometimes when you're alone all you do is think. BLIP BLAPPITY BLAP BLIPPITY BLAPPITY BLIP BLIP BLAPPITY.

what up with Bon Jovi and New Jersey/Long Island girls? Who else listens to that shit anymore? I mean, how that guy has a career is amazing to me.

what up with Bon Jovi and New Jearsy/Long Girls? Who else listens to that shit anymore? I mean, how that guy has a career is amazing to me.

I've had that problem before. After a day in which I was in one meeting after another, I couldn't stop hearing people's voices in my head as I tried to fall asleep. Not hallucinations, just replays of what was said during the day. THEY WOULD NOT STOP. IT WAS HORRIBLE. I'm feeling that way now. I feel that. I fear. 3y3 ph34r. Hey, Nate, how have you been doing recently? What have you been doing? How have you been feeling? Are you happy?

i am very happy. work is going really well. i'm in a band again, playing bass and singing. and, the biggest reason i'm happy, is i've met someone who is so incredible. so absolutely amazing. so full of the things i've been looking for, and the things that i didn't even know i could find. so yeah. i'm doing great. yourself?

i'm glad for you and your good life, nate. i'm doing pretty well, too. craziness has gone away, caffeine's all faded away. i'm happy. i'm looking for a new place to live. get this! my roommate's daddy is a big rich man. said he wants his best beloved daughter to be in a nice, safe apartment, and i'm along for the ride. said he wants us to get something in the $1200-$1600/month range, and he'll pay for everything over $1000. we went online to scope out what was available....there's a place that's 4 blocks from where I work! in ritzy Bethesda! it has a doorman! all utilities included, for $1559/mo. cool, huh? the one cloud on the horizon is the fact that rainey will be transfering to the university of miami in 2002. i'm hoping my brother can come down here and live with me (in a cheaper aptmt, of course)...otherwise....maybe i'll move up to boston? philly? anyway, yeah, i'm doing okay.

wow. i don't think you can get a very nice apartment for $1600 out here. certianly not with utilities included. but that's great. what are you doing, anyway? is it rewarding, or surviving?

I love capital letters. I'm surviving. I had no idea what to do after graduation, so I moved down here for the hell of it. Spent a month unemployed, applying for all sorts of jobs I didn't want and didn't think I'd get. Then this one fell into my lap. Technically, I wasn't even qualified for it, but I had a great internal reference and, frankly, I think they were desperate. Run my IP through Arin. Now everyone tells me I can never leave. I want to leave in a couple years to go back to school, but it's okay for now. I've learned that I'm not a business person and absolutely don't want to be. But I'm lucky in that I work under a man who's also not a business person, so we get along great. I'm allowed to do things my own way and work around protocol. We pay $880/mo for a two-bedroom apt. (my room's 15'x16' and Rainey's is bigger) with a big living room, kitchen, dining room, and bathroom....all utilities included except electric. We live in Prince George's County, on the NE side of DC. I know someone who lives in Rosslyn, VA, on the SW side, who pays $900/mo for an efficiency. Scary-ass neighborhood on top of it all. My neighborhood's pretty sketchy, too. That's why we're moving.

you can't get a nice apartment for $1600 nate....fuck! I could rent a nice cottage house in the hollywood hills for that much. are there just not a lot of apartments in your area nate?

wow. when i first got out of school i got a great deal on a 800 sq ft. house. two tiny bedrooms, a bathroom, a tiny living room and a tiny kitchen. $1400/mo. it probably rents for $1900 now. hm. i had to work with your company back when i was working IT for an investment banking company. "I'm allowed to do things my own way and work around protocol" this is one of the things i value hugely in my job. i proved myself early to the right people, namely the director of my department when i started here (he's now a sr. vp.) i think there is a lot to be said for the second job, though. before you decide that the business world is not for you. i play the game sufficiently to maintain all the room i need to be myself. at least, to be myself playing the game. obviously i'm not walking around in my jockeys shouting about asssex for all. nate's five rules for instant success: 1. volunteer for everything 2. do your job 3. seem positive and interested, even when you are not. 4. help everyone around you succeed in their jobs 5. never demand credit send $200 to my pobox and i will send you a whitesheet on how to get people to send moderate sums of money to your pobox.

there are a lot of people making a lot of money in my area. housing is expensive up here.

nate, i love you. i love you because you piss me off, you make me smile and laugh, you are absurd and gloriously ridiculous, and you are incredibly bright. not necessarily in that order :) today is a beautiful day, folks. i mean unfuckingbelievably gorgeous. it's always nice here, but the month of May brings the most glorious days, the perfect heat and sun, breeze, balmy evenings. at the crack of dawn this morning i hung my sheets on the line to dry in the sun and the soft, buttery breeze. i put an enormous beef stew in the crock pot, with two-day marinated organic beef, red potatoes and celery and tomatoes and huge basil and bay leaves and fresh thyme. i washed and stemmed each and every leaf of a huge bunch of fresh spinach and greens from my garden and i assembled a gorgeous salad. i made salad dressing from scratch, with olive oil, old red wine, honey, and spices. there is a fresh pineapple, two huge ripe mangoes, a papaya, and ginger root sitting in the fruit basket. my little dining room is the best room in my house. the two corner walls are entirely made of huge screened in windows. the windows slide to the side. there is a dark blue glass ornament that hangs in the middle and reflects purplely blue light fragments around the walls. in the window corner are two large tables i got at garage sales years ago, and they are covered in plants. the entire corner is alive and breathing green with aloe, orchids, philadendrons, african violets that always are in bloom, aphids, ivy, two ferns, an indoor ficas tree of sorts, and a few others i can't even name. on the floor among the plants are two hand-made ceramin drums that an artist friend gave to me. the table is an old cafe table with a marble top. there are three mix-matched candles and two pieces of pottery on top, along side the placemats. the windows look out into the enormous mango tree and the blooming plumeria tree in my front yard, and beyond that you have a full view of waikiki, the ocean, and diamond head. the breeze blows through the dining room from the open windows in the kitchen, which face up the mountain on which my house was built, about half-way up to the top. rarely is there a morning i don't sit at the table drinking green tea and watching the colors of the sky change as the morning sun progresses and reflects off the shadowed slopes of diamon head crater and consider how lucky i am. even on the worst of days. kevin is going to be here at 8 o'clock tonight. after work i'm going to stop and get him a fresh lei. when i get home the house will be filled with the smell of beef stew. i'll put the sheets on the bed, put the beer in the fridge, plug in the white christmas lights that hang over the lanai. then i'll shower. my housemate Jenn, whom i absolutely adore, came home last night with gifts for me. she bought me a tiny bottle of purple nail polish with sparkles in it, and a hair tie made with pink and yellow glass ornaments. she said, i was thinking about you all day and everything you've been through lately and i am so excited for you that the waiting is almost over. i hugged her and thanked her. Jenn *gets it*. i asked her to please be home tonight so kevin can meet her, and she said of course. so after i shower i will paint my toes with the polish and tie my hair up an throw on my jeans and t-shirt and head down to the airport. last week i was cruising through chinatown and they have these really bizarre little boutiques scattered here and there that sell garish and cheaply made old chinese lady clothing, mostly in polyester. i came across the most hideous aloha shirt known to human kind. it actually has the word "hawaii" in cursive across several panels, also featuring palm trees, beach scenes, surfers, and hula girls. it's awful. so i bought a men's size medium [$12.79] and will make kev change into the shirt in the airport, before we even get to baggage claim. in my trunk i've already packed the hakulei and a fake grass skirt i'll wear over my jeans and t-shirt when i greet him. i wish i had an ukulele... this is no time for seriousness or sobriety. it's time for frolicking and ridiculous behavior and silliness. i can't wait! vacation!

i try not to think about buttery winds on my sheets.

damn it, i'm still thinking about it.

You know you can get an apartment in a brand new complex in the central city of christchurch (no doorman) but gym, swimming pool, secruity door etc for around $700 US a month. In other non-related moonit news my mumma got back from a two week trip in Australia today so tomorrow I GET PRESENTS. Including Australian Twisties (which are different from Kiwi ones) so I am quite excited. Not to mention the 2 bottles of yellow galliano for my harvey wallbanger night and a big bottle of Contrieu (sp?)

im happy for you sarah. what a delight anticipation can be.

I thought Sarah was going to Texas,is this a visit till she moves?

Hey Spider: If they do send you to Dayton and it's over a weekend, let me know and I'll drive out and harass you. I can feel the light coating of dirt on my arms. There is in fact a light coating of dirt on everything I am wearing in fact. I am pondering what to do this weekend. We have a mandatory day off for Memorial Day. It's possible that I may go up to a big flea market with one of the crew members then. Otherwise, it will probably be my usual weekend routine: movies, maybe a show, and a half-assed attempt to unpack more.

GODDAMMIT, PEOPLE. WRITE MORE. Last night I was awakened at 4:30 by the sounds of the floorboards creaking above my head. For at least an hour the people above me walked all around whatever room that is for them, dropped things, moved furniture, etc. At 4:30 in the morning. I didn't move because I kept thinking they'd stop at any minute. By 5:30 they hadn't stopped. So I went into the living room with my blanket and alarm clock, and I laid down on the couch. The air conditioner was really loud, and I could still hear the sound of people's feet on the floorboards above me. What the hell were they doing? Anyway, I finally fell asleep. I dreamt something funny about Bart Simpson as Superman and an airplane he was trying to control. What I remember of it now makes no sense, but I woke up laughing. I was early to work this morning. I may have been harrassed by the office courier. I got my questions answered by my slippery boss, who was in a good mood. I talked to the sales rep who got me the job here (she's a family friend) and told her about my parents. I rearranged my office to accommodate my new furniture. The girl in the office across from me put up a poster of Tintin and the Blue Lotus where I can see it. I'm meeting my roommate for lunch in an hour, and then I have an hour-and-a-half meeting with all the sales and marketing people. My hair is curled and I'm wearing my favorite dress and new perfume.

And you all suck.

there is so much to do this weekend. there is a huge performance art/music/dance thing going on this weekend, featuring Lydia Lunch, Khembra Phaler (Volp Horror of Karen Black), Vaginal Davis and many others. It starts at 8pm, and goes until 10am sunday. I doubt we'll go but id like to think we could. it should be pretty far out. Also W.A.C.O is playing at the Normandie Casino...a card house on the shady side of Western Ave. we may go to that Friday. Sat. night sams crazy old roomate hunter is coming into to town. last time this screwball whizzed into town we did mad drugs and yelled at the world. him and sam are like Heckle and Jekyl on speed...literally. nico and i have to do so much editing with all these photos. I took over 25 rolls of film, 4 girls total...and probably only 10-15 will get used. fuck.

Friday Night I am going with my wife to her (note i said her and not our) pastor's house for "Fun and Games" with other couples our ages....Ugh. I stopped going to church two years ago because there was this girl who was like 19 years old who made up a love letter and said it was from me and took it to the pastor there who had a fit, called erin in and showed her the letter... We were the closest ever at that point to a divorce then we have been since or before. And I did not do anything, but the pastor just knew I wrote it, and was telling Erin it was her fault because we did not have sex 2-3 times a week (it was more like once a month if I was lucky, but that was besides the point). Anyway.... other then that, we are going to sit around and be broke.... FUN FUN FUN

i've got another cat story. yesterday she experienced a texas summer first-hand for the first time. i was going to the same friend's house i was going to in the last story. it's been in the 100's lately. my car had been sitting out in full sun. it has no air conditioning. i protect my hand with a towel when i open the door and touch the steering wheel. when i put the cat in the car and drive off, she starts meowing. she almost never meows, but now she's giving me a "this can't be right," worried meow. then she starts pacing on the passenger seat. the she starts crawling all over the car, apparently trying to find a a part of the car that wasn't sweltering. the windows are open, but that doesn't appear to be enough. she gets up on the dashboard and meows and gives me a look that says, "are you insane? pull over right now and we might be able to make it into that 7-11 before it's too late." i'm thinking: what a pussy. homeless cats all over this state are surving in this heat. what a drama queen. then i get worried - maybe this isn't good for the cat. by the time i'm a few blocks from my friend's house, the cat's curled up in my lap panting with her tongue out. there's a story on the radio about another kid who'd been left in a hot car and almost died. when i get her to my friend's house, she spread-eagles herself over the cool kitchen floor. we put a little bowl of water out for her, but she appears to be pasted to the floor. i kind of imagine sarah doing the same thing when she gets to texas. the cat's fine, by the way. elated that she's in an air-conditioned apartment, in fact.

maybe it was more about being in the car than the heat. my cats freak just like that when they get in the car, no matter what the temp is. did she pant? i love seeing cats "sweat". trace...and your wife still goes to that church? man thats some fucked up shit...you should have considerd a slander charge against that girl. were you flirting with her...did you give the girl any reason tosomething like that? knowing 19 year old girls are already unfuckingstable as it is. and NOW you are going to his house to play fucking Parcheese? thoughts of reverend lovejoy are filling my head. i think i would go crazy in your world trace...i mean really god damn crazy.

slander charge? to a girl at church? that shit don't happen trace's wife is one of the parts of his life that he really likes [to underexaggerate] fighting with her about her church will get him NOwhere anyway. what i was gonna say is that i'm wearing a skirt and my favorite new shirt and my crying woke me up in the night.

Different church, thank god. I smiled at the girl once, and erin told me she was giving me those "goo goo" eyes.....

she was panting like crazy. in an exaggerated way, like she was trying to make a point. she's in my car every week, and she never freaks. the only wild card this time was the heat. she's only a few months old.

ahh. the only time my cats ride in the car is to go to the vet, so maybe thats the trigger. its good to get your furry buddy used to the car early on. take a picture of your pussy droopy lets see her. well heather...i could see a midwest church community getting all riled up about this...and next thing you know the girl is saying he touched her...or something messed up like that. im glad the both of us are agnostic...the closest we get to church is smoking dope and talking about the possibilities of reincarnation and the spiritual ladder (if you will)

I go Mojo tonight. Nixon, that is. I hope he plays "Take Me To Your Leader." Your friday night sounds like sheer hell, Spunky. I'm sorry. Unless by "Fun and Games" you mean Leather Dope Orgy.

Poor Kitty. My cats hate the heat. The only time I took one of them for a ride in the car, I was cleaning cat hair out of the seats on off of my clothes for a week. We recently aquired a dog, did I mention that before? She was a few months old when we got her. She is part Beagle and part Terrier. Her name is Kira, and man is she CRAZY. Likes to party all night long, leave her out side in our back yard most of the day (3/4 acre, mowed weekly, completely fenced in) and the first thing she does when we let her in, SHIT AND PISS ON THE FLOOR RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU! There is not a thing in the house that does not have at least a bite mark on from her. You are laying in bed, and she jumps up on the bed and sticks her nose directly in your arm pit. We had to put a baby gate up between the living room and the kitchen because my youngest daughter liked to go into the kitchen and eat the dog food and cat food and spread kitty litter every where. This worked out nicely because we could lock the dog in the kitchen when we needed to, until yesterday when she learned to hurdle (not climb, but run and JUMP) the gate.... But I love her to death, so what do you do? Clean up the mess and go on

I most definately not looking forward to friday night..... She asks me all the time if I want to go to church. I just politely say no

I would love to be in a 100-degree desert right now. I'm going to mexico next month. first we're going to travel around for a while, then I'm renting the house with the pool (top photo) for a week: http://www.adventurehealthtravel.com/trav_spec.php?no=304

Damn, nice

yeah, they're owned by a friend of a friend who has stayed there three times, so we got a very detailed first-hand account as well as a great fucking deal. the pool is shared by two of the houses, and we signed up for a time when no one had rented the other. I'm hoping it stays that way! I hope the story of the kid who got his arm bitten off by a shark in knee-deep water doesn't scare me away from the ocean too much. oh, well, there's always the big, beautiful, private pool right there...

i'm listening to some latin hip-hop version of "mexican radio" on the tejano dance block party. the asian girl with the big behind she take me home and love me long time i'm supposed to be doing something else. i didn't read spunky's post about the letter. damn. the last time i was in acapulco, it was december and 80 degrees. we were in a house in the hills around a small bay, almost an inlet, really. the smog was so thick, you couldn't even see the tops of the hills on the other side of the bay.

the last time I was in acapulco I saw the movie "crash," and about half the audience walked out during a gay sex scene.

this is where i was over the 4th, or damn close to it. http://www.gaviotacoast.org/images/24gcc.jpg

I bet that was awesome....

I love you guys. You did this all for me. Don't deny it. I see you blushing. Awww, come here. No, come here! C'mere....

Bastards.

Damn Spider, I got busy

I am NEEDY. Not that needy, though. I go home in 13 minutes.

bye bye

BLAPPPPPPP

This message group is dead. I don't think a doctor on ER could bring this group back:-0