our love will never die...
...deliver me from reasons why, the streets of Phoenix (enthralled) will never die.
But first, a word from yesterday. It seems all my blogs begin with "yesterday". I write them in the morning, unlike the never-ending journal on the edge of time which Little Loathsome Lonnie & NORML Bean (both characters in The Mind-Warp Era, ) read when I left my door unlocked -- Nobodaddy at the U of Nite locks their dorm room doors -- & found out that I'd been molested & spread the rumor far & wide, because I exasperated Vadis. (Coming soon: vadis.html on my home page.)
Yesterday was bitter cold, & a day to relax. We sat around drinking Scooby-Dew all morning, skipped the soup kitchen, then eventually cleaned Ula-tek's cage.
Trish asked Fred for a lift to the post office, when she could've just waited for Car-girl. While they were gone, I took a bath, then played Blue Sunday a couple times on the keyboard.
We ordered out a veggie lover's, stuffed crust pizza, which is now being discounted 50% to employees. After Trish's shower, while I surfed Hot or Not, & she cleaned the frying pan for today's breakfast, we watched the original mini-series of Battlestar Galactica.
So this morning, I checked the Hot or Not site out again: L. Fantasy had left me a letter. This was good: she respects my relationship. While on the site, I checked out the online chat feature. Robin started to send messages, I protested that I had to read sciencenews.org, she deleted me. Then, while I once more searched images, someone who wanted an LTR hit me up. I informed her that we could be pen-pals, but not lovers. Trish's reaction to K. Fantasy has made me wary of women who demand this. I sent her a note explaining why.
But first, a word from yesterday. It seems all my blogs begin with "yesterday". I write them in the morning, unlike the never-ending journal on the edge of time which Little Loathsome Lonnie & NORML Bean (both characters in The Mind-Warp Era, ) read when I left my door unlocked -- Nobodaddy at the U of Nite locks their dorm room doors -- & found out that I'd been molested & spread the rumor far & wide, because I exasperated Vadis. (Coming soon: vadis.html on my home page.)
Yesterday was bitter cold, & a day to relax. We sat around drinking Scooby-Dew all morning, skipped the soup kitchen, then eventually cleaned Ula-tek's cage.
Trish asked Fred for a lift to the post office, when she could've just waited for Car-girl. While they were gone, I took a bath, then played Blue Sunday a couple times on the keyboard.
We ordered out a veggie lover's, stuffed crust pizza, which is now being discounted 50% to employees. After Trish's shower, while I surfed Hot or Not, & she cleaned the frying pan for today's breakfast, we watched the original mini-series of Battlestar Galactica.
So this morning, I checked the Hot or Not site out again: L. Fantasy had left me a letter. This was good: she respects my relationship. While on the site, I checked out the online chat feature. Robin started to send messages, I protested that I had to read sciencenews.org, she deleted me. Then, while I once more searched images, someone who wanted an LTR hit me up. I informed her that we could be pen-pals, but not lovers. Trish's reaction to K. Fantasy has made me wary of women who demand this. I sent her a note explaining why.
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