Formerly known as "I'm a Hoe" but times and people change. It was a fun and productive metaphor that I enjoyed extending too far. Now it is done. The tool shed is retired, but the vicious momma is still here. I will be making adjustments to this blog as time allows.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
It's therapeutic...
I really like the pinkness of this blog template. It's calming. Maybe it's that same principle as the pink rooms that they supposedly have in prisons. Or maybe they don't have those anymore. I don't know. But it soothes the vicious beast anyway.
I'm not color blind, but I can't match two colors to save my life. I like to joke that my wife has to sew animals into my clothes so I can get dressed...
I once rented a house from a friend's parents. It was cheap and althoughthey lived about a block away they never ever bothered me. Some times they didn't want the rent and baked cookies for us. I was young, capricious and drunk much of my waking time at this point when I came home to find my landlords painting our house. This surprised me as we had done everything and not seen them for some 6 months.
Apparently, they had heard stories about me staying drunk for a couple of months and fucking every girl who let me and thought they shuold make the house a more soothing hue in hopes that I didn't die in the next few weeks from liver failure or aids.
It worked. Here I am as proof. Thanks Max and Robin.
4 comments:
blue sooths me
Yeah, I like blue too.
Oh, sorry to hear about that madman. What does the world look like to you?
I'm not color blind, but I can't match two colors to save my life. I like to joke that my wife has to sew animals into my clothes so I can get dressed...
I once rented a house from a friend's parents. It was cheap and althoughthey lived about a block away they never ever bothered me. Some times they didn't want the rent and baked cookies for us. I was young, capricious and drunk much of my waking time at this point when I came home to find my landlords painting our house. This surprised me as we had done everything and not seen them for some 6 months.
Apparently, they had heard stories about me staying drunk for a couple of months and fucking every girl who let me and thought they shuold make the house a more soothing hue in hopes that I didn't die in the next few weeks from liver failure or aids.
It worked. Here I am as proof. Thanks Max and Robin.
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