i had to repeat myself here. because i know my snooty friend (who has affectionately been known as Katy Bug by her friends for the majority of her life) will likely delete the comment i left to her on FaceBook..
~on Beetles of Unusual Size~
"they're food for something else. but then, isn't that ultimately what we all are? our bodies at least. unless we're pumped full of formaldehyde and burried 6 feet deep in a hermetically sealed casket... but i digress.. B.O.U.S.s, like R.O.U.S.s (beatles of unusual size?) i don't believe they exist.
love you Bug"
Friday, June 19, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
#48
i found an old friend today. what a great feeling.
i never stopped thinking about my hippie friend that did cartwheels down the hall in platform shoes, that i loved so much. or skipping the class after lunch to sing Simon and Garfunkle songs with Mr. Morris.
welcome back Dharma, you've been missed.
i never stopped thinking about my hippie friend that did cartwheels down the hall in platform shoes, that i loved so much. or skipping the class after lunch to sing Simon and Garfunkle songs with Mr. Morris.
welcome back Dharma, you've been missed.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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Monday, May 18, 2009
#41
ever get that itch, you just can't scratch?
sometimes the itch isn't physical at all. i find myself in that position at this very moment and i feel like my life itself - is hinged and waiting for my decision on the matter.
whatever it ends up being..
sometimes the itch isn't physical at all. i find myself in that position at this very moment and i feel like my life itself - is hinged and waiting for my decision on the matter.
whatever it ends up being..
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