Sunday, November 05, 2006

Everything you know about being wrong is wrong

What does that remind you of?

The All My Faults

...with her carton of apple juice and gourmet potato chips.

You deserve better.

A novel in text messages.

He recognizes things for what they are,
and he's teaching creative writing next semester!

Soft sun around here.

Printer ink and guitar strings...

Hiawatha-style yoga

I've programmed a computer or two in my day.

Can we drop this stuff off at the car?

(I'd like to soleil her moon fries.)

Dude, you're rich!