*clap-clap-clap-clap* Deep in the heaaaaaart of Texas. I ain't never been to texas, and I'm aware that some of my readers are located there (howdy)but I admit I'm fretting my dinner with a group of young University youngins from some prominent school in that state. They've been on a study-visit...
Italian girls sit outside the fishtank. I can hear them. I love it. I can understand Italian, but I don't think you really need to- in order to love these classic beauties and the sounds they bounce around the room. Back in NJ University days, Me...
I had THE STARS blasting on my landlord's stereo system gizmo, the homemade pizza with extra fresh pepper and eggplant was in the oven, standing in the hallway in shorts and a tshirt, playing darts like a true amsterdamer, and after hitting double twenty twice, I thought to myself...
I was told yesterday by my darling in Portland that my brainpan is full. Not quite full... but definitely spilling everywhere. I was going on and on about weblogging, photoblogging, and podcasting as rebellious communication, which it is. In different forms. I get so bored whenever I hear...
Before I could even start writing this thinger tonight, 54 came on Dutch public television. You know.. the one with Mike Meyers. I had never seen it. I thought it was going to be that boogie nights movie and I figured I should watch so I...
