Good morning, quiches!
DUDES. Since the internet cafe isn't here anymore, this stuff is a rare commodity nowadays (yes, I'm once again living in tent-life-land, Alaska, for another go... someone should mail me a Cars CD), and I weep for my lack of communication-ability. This entry was totally unplanned, therefore I have nothing to talk about. There goes my reputation. Um. Hmm. *ahem*
If any of you would like to get personally touchy-feely via email, use my brand *new*new* sparkling address: consumedbyavice -at- yahoo.com, since my old one isn't performing as up-to-par as it used to (i.e. not at all). I have contacted Bob Dole for some certain performance-enhancing drugs, but have so far not heard back.
BE BACK TOMORROW WITH A PREPARED ESSAY!
Okay. That was probably a lie. But just you wait.
If any of you would like to get personally touchy-feely via email, use my brand *new*new* sparkling address: consumedbyavice -at- yahoo.com, since my old one isn't performing as up-to-par as it used to (i.e. not at all). I have contacted Bob Dole for some certain performance-enhancing drugs, but have so far not heard back.
BE BACK TOMORROW WITH A PREPARED ESSAY!
Okay. That was probably a lie. But just you wait.