on the fifth day of jodi my too incredibly generous and kind and beautiful and lovely true love gave to me the autobiography box. heather, i am stunned by your generosity.
Date Archives May 2003
and we’re off
on the fourth day of jodi my true love sent to me a super groovy sailor moon doll.
an early morning e-mail exchange
me: i don’t drink coffee keith: how do you wake up? cold shower? tea? diet coke? tai chi? me: my natural effervescence wakes me up. keith: wow! You mean your bubbly personality just bounces you…
an end to your worries
are you in a tizzy wondering what to get the internet’s sweetheart (that’s me, bucko) for her birthday (which is a mere 10 days away)? well, worry no more. i want this. i want it…
all joyful and triumphant
“aha! victory is mine,” i said. “who are you talking to?” john said. “my desk.” “why?” “because this paper was hiding and i found it. therefore victory is mine.” “yeah, you need to go back…