this entry is not about liverpool

[excepttheweasel]

so friday we went to liverpool. we got back last night. it was excellent. perhaps i'll put pictures up if i get enough time alone with sweet lady internet.

however, once i got home i reentered the perpetual state of frustration i had been in before i left. this is due to three main problems, the first of which complicates the other two:

1. our

Comments

[doubtful_salmon]

PERHAPS you'll put up pictures of Liddypool? You have no option whatsoever. I will hunt you down and force you. I don't care about your limited internet. I'll trade you. If you put up pictures of Liverpool, I'll tell you about the screenwriter I met who used to write for Futurama.

[excepttheweasel]

oh, i'll put up pictures of liverpool. in fact, i'll put them up on my travel blog so you can click on the thumbnails and feast on the shots of the exterior of john lennon's house in full-size. (i thought i might be able to fulfill your mission a second time, but somehow i doubt john lennon ever sat on a tour bus in front of his house.)

[doubtful_salmon]

BEING IN FRONT OF MENDIPS IS ENOUGH #*$&*#&*##$$78^@# <--EXCITED NONSENSE