love love love

I have an urge to make out with the cab driver who drove me home Saturday night.
Was it because he recognized me from me work?
OH NO, it was not.
Was it because he forgot to turn on the meter for the first mile and a half?
NO, but it was nice, even though it was an accident.
Well, why?
Because he did remember were I worked and was kind enough to drive my cell phone up there and give it to my boss! What a gentleman!


November is "Punch Out" Month! Hoooray!

Oh Whitney,

Whats with the clown shirt?
Oh yeah, and this one:

I have lots-o-pics.

SOMEONE STOLE MY OBAMA SIGNS!!! GRRRRRRRRRRR!




ewww. take you effin nail polish off, will ya?


It's my dog! A gift from Jill :)


Turtles at Midnight? Anyone?

Bitch!!!!!!

Are you kidding me???

Cold.

My youngest sister and I spent over an hour on my roof watching this crazy church guy hold a prayer group at the corner of Broadway and Swift. The group got broken up a lot; people would get pissed when Capt. Wacko would want to hold their hands and he would be forced to cling to the next passerby. I went in to grab and beer and realized I would rather be on the couch under a blanket.
It is getting cold too fast, and my roof, the Private Spy Observation Deck, will be closing soon this year. Ahhh, If I could only rig a heater up there.