Monday, March 27, 2006

Someone stole some laptops in the office over the weekend. Dusting for fingerprints, a plush frog only knows. This weekend, revisited 1994, determined I’m (old/)in wardrobe and lyric-knowing only there anymore. Visited the “position of getting all initial responsy on your ass.” And Took a beachball in the face for art, part of a performance about intelligent design. Today I like your skirt/hair/shoes/eyes/nose. Thanks figured it was time to bring the legs back out.


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