Archive for August, 2005
For Limey @ Collected Whines
1. You are a pretty resilient fellow.
2. My Way (sex pistols version)
3. Iman (well, she’s good enough for David Bowie!)
4. Where’s Your Passport?
5. Reading the post that detailed exactly what happened to you and thinking, "What a twit!" Then reading more, and realizing that you’re a fucking genius, and an incredibly resilient person who was wiser than his experiences would lead one to believe. Out of all the blogs I read daily, I think I visit Limey’s about twenty times a day… he could actually verify how often.
6. Hashish
7. Do you regret the choices you’ve made and do you think you make the same choices given a chance to do it all over?
Finally, I have to say that of all the people I’ve met on the Internet, Limey is one of the few that I would invite out to Maui to hang out… in fact, the offer still stands.
For Pea @ up the junction
1. If I ever need to hide proceeds from my drug sales, I’m borrowing your pants.
2. Go!
3. Cherry
4. You one haole girl, yeah?
5. Your post about Howard Jones on Hit Me Baby One More Time… brought back memories long surpressed due to drug-addled loss of data from my mind.
6. Ecstasy of course!
7. How old were you when you go married and why this particular guy?
For my friend Sparkle (aka Kellie)
1. Why would you buy a fricking horse when a boathouse in Key West would have been better?
2. St. Elmo’s Fire
3. Butterscotch
4. <pinkerton>Riggggghhhhhttttt!</pinkerton>
5. Ignoring you as I passed by your cubicle for two straight weeks until you begged to be my friend.
6. Heroin: A hard habit to break.
7. Did you and Albert hook up?