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Verbal abuse?
Thus continues the second part of our photo adventure. This time, only pictures from Griffith Observatory, where in all my years of living in Los Angeles I have never been. Until now. We begin with a picture from inside the bus/shuttle that takes you from the Los Angeles Zoo parking lot up to the mountain stronghold of the Observatory.
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Sup playas!
Alright, the hiatus has been long enough.
So far this year I've been playing a lot and taking quite a few pictures with my still fairly new digital camera. I suppose it would be quite seasoned already, considering that it's nearing about 2000 pictures taken. Here's a few of them, along with the Tom commentary you know and <3.
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It's gonna be legen... wait for it... dary!
I was going to post an all-new, spur-of-the-moment new blog post, but the moment passed about as quickly as it arrived. And then I happened upon yet another entry that I wrote but never posted and I thought, "Why not? Let's gay it up a little bit tonight." So here it is, fresh from the not too distant past: February 25th, 2007 ( Read more... ) -
You look like Babe Ruth's gay brother... Gabe Ruth.
Let's talk about hockey. Living in Los Angeles the blinking lights and celebrity sightings don't really phase me much. They don't leave me reeling and awestruck whenever OMGBradPittIsTotallyEatingASandwichLikeUsHumans happens. But when you get invited into the suite by the General Manager of the Los Angeles Kings after a Q&A session for more ( Read more... ) -
Gloss rhymes with hair!
I figured that I should post something of substance, but I was/am way too lazy to come up with something you guys haven't heard before. So what I am going to do is post something that I wrote but never posted. This is a blast from the past; all the way from February 23rd, 2007 ( Read more... ) -
Why is there a mattress in the basement?
No reason.
Rob Dougan - Drinking Song
I want to weave a musical spell
That leaves you unwell and thinking of me everyday
I want to play you a tune that leaves you marooned and troubled
Each time I'm away
Is there a melody - that could lead you to me - like a lullabied child lead to sleep?
So for one moment in time, you'd find that you're mine
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I see you still look like a 15-year-old girl but not hot.
Oh, by the way, for those of you who haven't figured it out yet:
APRIL FOOLS!
I thought I had made it pretty obvious in my last post that I was being anything but serious. A few things should have tipped it off.
Exhibit A: "But seriously..." - When am I ever serious?
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Remember how they used to be alive?
So the list of stores where people have thought of me as a worker of is now:
Target
Kohl's
Borders
I'm guessing there must be something about me that exudes a friendly demeanor and an earnest willingness to help solve the problems that crop up on any shopping expedition. Obviously I am the type of person that will drop whatever it is that I am doing at ( Read more... ) -
The results are in, amigo.
I need more witty friends.
Or is the problem that I am not witty enough?
I must ponder a bit. -
Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills.
I'm sure we've all had this feeling, where school makes us want to jab a fork in our eye because it is so. freakin'. boring. My current class is like that. The first day my teacher passes out the syllabus and then proceeds to read every. single. word. When teachers do that with anything they pass out, it makes me wish I were illiterate just so I ( Read more... )