Decisions
Right now I'm in Ottawa, but I'm trying to figure out where I'm going to go.
The UK?
Australia?
New Zealand?
I'll keep you posted.
The UK?
Australia?
New Zealand?
I'll keep you posted.
Resurrection!
In advance of our upcoming trip...
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Wow.
ReplyDeleteWhere to go...
Hmmm...
Most people tell me to go to hell.
I'm not sure why that is.
I think you should go to the Dharma Bunker so you can tell me what the hell is going on!
Hey, I'm glad you're back blogging. The stuff in your original blog was great--it was intellegent without getting highfalutin (i.e. Matoke is the national side dish of Uganda, a kind of stodgy filler. It sucks ass.)
ReplyDeleteRegarding your profile pic: what this taken at a rave? More importantly, was this taken at a rave you threw in your own apartment?
Re. my profile pic:
ReplyDeleteIt was taken during New Year's, at a party I went to when I was in NYC. The apartment where the party was held was HUGE, as in more-than-10-cartwheels-end-to-end size. I don't often get photographed in a state of such reckless abandon, but Heidi caught me boogeying down on the dance floor, probably to the Smiths or Cure.
Re. Isha's Profile pic:
ReplyDeleteIsha actually is embarassed to tell you that she somehow managed to take a webcam pic of herself falling asleep standing up.
I think that we should lobby for Cartwheels to take the place of all units oflength measurement.