Lone Wolf
The blog feels so... uncongested today, unlike my nose and the DC area. Light snow has once again terrorized the beltway, I'm beginning to think it hates our freedom. Or Fritos.
Sixers make another bonehead awesome move? Weirded out. It's a shame I don't give a crap about the NBA.
Cheaper than... anything. What the hell?
I like posting pictures.

Stole that from someone else's blog. Who is this guy, Tom Jackson?
Sixers make another bonehead awesome move? Weirded out. It's a shame I don't give a crap about the NBA.
Cheaper than... anything. What the hell?
I like posting pictures.

Stole that from someone else's blog. Who is this guy, Tom Jackson?
Infrequency and Indie Punching. Not Professionalism.
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She used to come to my little league games. Actually, Nixon was at a few too, since his grandson (and her bro) was on an opposing team. This is well before I had any concept of caring, and well before little league was awesome. We were, however, wearing mesh trucker caps waaaaay before they were cool.
Dude, I've had that sweatshirt forever. KC rocks the Porsche vest when he's driving the Ferrari, just to mix things up.
Believe it or not, not a single alcoholic drink passed my lips last night. I had some delicious tapwater. The place was actually really quiet for many of the songs, but there were a few people who you wonder about, because it was kind of an effort to get tickets, if you're going to treat the place like any other watering-hole.
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