rabbit,
rabbit for luck,
but if i go to old
navy, buy trip pants, and you bail,
i'll die.
Musak
12 years ago
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
we shall all be healed!
365 poems about the mountain goats, eating, moving every six months, and the general self-loathing only my mid20s could bring.
My Blog List
Blog Archive
-
▼
2008
(116)
-
▼
April
(28)
- casual dining is the only complement to modern cin...
- greek salad, milk chocolate truffle bar, and seltz...
- social reaction experiment v.1my new thing is givi...
- an open letter to whoever stole my laundry basket ...
- the downside of whiteboardsfor real, the longer i ...
- ode to unemployment.todayi have nothing,absolutely...
- the miracle of buttoning pantsit's kindof amazingh...
- i will not let my tanlines suffer just because,in ...
- if that little coffee shop on valencia kicked you ...
- it's notyet noon and i already regret this early r...
- on why california is so confusingsummeris always s...
- a note to the hippies who are trying to build a ga...
- re: oh, mostawesome thing inthe world, how i love ...
- notes concerning self inflicted terror and doubta ...
- grieving for lost banana creams and walnut tartsmi...
- a perfect match for safeway chinese foodpicnicsare...
- an open apology to whomever i bumped off the waiti...
- notes on being gripped by reality tvi burnedmy mar...
- eventhough i couldn't care less about greece, itse...
- notes on my favorite sex columnist's motherit's sa...
- 8 april
- 7 april
- 6 april
- 5 april
- 4 april
- 3 april
- 2 april
- 1 april
-
▼
April
(28)
No comments:
Post a Comment