I asked my Dad If he plans on packing up and leaving to avoid Hurricane Wilma?
I asked my Dad If he plans on packing up and leaving to avoid Hurricane Wilma. I had already assumed he wasn’t. He’s like a kid with no concept of his own mortality. He surprised me when he told me he was leaving his boat, he was battening down the hatch and heading to a friends place. I was so relieved until I learned his friend lived on Duval St.
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Angalee your fucking hilarious, a riot, a joy and a delight to all who know you.
By Fluxxdog on 10.23.05 9:24 am | Permalink
Good for you sweetie. We should try to grow in some way everyday of our lives. We should not be the same as we were 10 years ago, so good for you and hopefully as the birthdays keep coming, you will grow to be even more wise than you are now. Take care and don’t be afraid of us women. We can be pretty cool when we are not tearing each other down which I choose never to do. Peace, my sister.
By Adrien Woods on 10.24.05 1:40 pm | Permalink
OK, now that I’ve seen what you used my computer for, I’m mad. That’s the last time I let you use my computer!
I can’t beleive you did that, Angalee! My entire online identity is compromised now ;_; I must go hide myself in shame of hermitude for half an eternity before I can ever show my virtual face in public again!
(PS: Is this how you wanted me to write it? ;))
By Fluxxdog on 10.25.05 6:53 pm | Permalink
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