When I was in 8th Grade, my friend's dad was a dentist. He took us to Keith Richards' house. We hung out by the pool with Anita Pallenberg and listened to music. I always wondered how he such an "in"...

Fatboy Slim is f*cking in heaven
Fatboy Slim is f*cking in heaven
Fatboy Slim is f*cking in heaven
Fatboy Slim is f*cking in heaven
Fatboy Slim is f*cking in heaven
Fatboy Slim is f*cking in heaven


...and so on.

It's a sloooow day at work.

Ptui! (That's the sound of crow feathers being spit out of my mouth.)

Facebook recently put me in contact with someone from high school that I really wasn't nice to. In fact, I was pretty much a self-loathing bully. Today, I sent him a letter apologizing for being such an as$hole to him in school. No response yet but it was something that has bugged me for a long, long time.

Anyway, I saw Flatliners and don't want that guy stalking me, hitting me in the legs with bats and spitting loogies in my mouth.

:D

Good for you, for sending that letter. As the recipient of a few apologies over the year they do mean something, even if I haven't spoken to them since.

It wasn't Billy Mahoney, was it?

(Is it sad that I could pull that reference out without any sort of research?)

Pollution is beautiful.

I got one of those types of emails a few months back. It was from someone I hadn't even thought about in over 20 years. She still lives in Hilmar, and was wanting to apologize for the way she treated our friendship out freshman year of high school. I don't even remember her behaving badly, but then I rarely showed that I cared about anything back then.

I'm sorry about your kitty, ABG. :(

Sorry to hear about your kitty. :(

You talk tarot? I've got a deck I used to use that's been protected in my hope chest for the last decade. Haven't looked at it in a long long time...