March 2007
7 posts
Choose Your Own Adventure
It’s your turn friends. You get to choose which story I tell next. Here’s the list or choose something else. a. The Red Radio Flyer And an Almost Certain Death b. Shave Ice And The UPS Man c. The Dream About Ponies That Came True d. That One Time I Fell in The Mud e. Yeah, I Had Ukus d. The Dream About Ponies That Never Came True Vote Now on the comments page
March: A Month in Review
I sure do like to blog, but I like to blog even more after I’ve just blogged. Right after I post something I have this urge to post three more posts on that day. I usually end up telling myself save that story for tomorrow, but it seems tomorrow turns into two weeks later. Then the cycle starts again. March has a mere five blog entries. Not nearly enough on birthday month! So I am starting a...
My Thoughts Circa July 18, 2003
“Active loading only please do not leave your vehicle unattended. Non-compliants will result in a parking citation.” ~the message that used to play twice every two minutes at the airport 7.18.03 (at OGG waiting for my fight to take off) I’m sitting on a ledge overlooking a luggage carrier, a few small aircrafts, and every now and then a...
My Pink Palace Of Clothes Washing Goodness
One new thing I had to learn when moving to Richmond was going to the laundromat. I had grown accustomed to taking my dirty wears down to the basement for the past three years at the hotties pi residence, but my new roommate apparently sees no need for the cleaning devices. But my having to go to a laundromat is not the concern of this story. What is concerning, however, was the event that...
Mr Forsberg and Crushed Dreams
I was rummaging through one of my old sketchbooks today and I found a great quote from my former friend mr peter forsberg. And so the story begins: My sisters once went to a burlesque club and they happened upon mr joe sackic (current captain of the colorado avalanche) and mr peter forsberg (former avs assistance captain, current publicly traded NHL slut). They overheard the following...
Virginia Beaches: An Examination
So here are photos from the day off. This first one is the entrance to the beach. It’s always interesting that beaches on the east coast always seem to have fences to herd you into the beach as though to say, “hey this way to the beach. No, not that way. This way.” The best is yet to come. So here we are with a headless, dead seagull. It’s hard to say where his head has...
Also,
I now have an all access pass to all the richmond renegades games not that anyone cares.
