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my apologies for the posting delay. you know, all of you readers out there. right.
happy hour, party of 1?


speaking of happy hour... soon enough I will never have to feign my identity to a bouncer ever again! Dear big, lonely, very bitter, small-packaged security guard man at Neumos: Watch the fuck out babe, I'm comin'.

The liquor&wine wamu skyline gets more beautiful every evening (from our bomb shelter). Urban living. I think we've decided on Habitat for Humanity by day, Cuff Link by night. Any thoughts?

My regards go out to Janet. Janet told me I'm going to Chile! No, that's not right. Ok, I'm going to Africa (bambaataa)!!!! WRONG AGAIN. Give the girl a break and let me know or else this PPP (no, not purchasing power parity, but rather parentalpowerpresentation) will be a bust!!!

I love fitness. Yeah! But running 26 consecutive miles? I witnessed Maggie and Alexa's completion of the Portland Marathon this past weekend. Insane. Your eyes play tricks on you once you watched over a thousand running shorts/soggy spandex frames run by.

Lara has left us. HOW WILL WE SURIVIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE