Okay.

I have a picture,
pinned to my wall.
An image of you and of me and we're laughing and loving it all.
Look at our life now, tattered and torn.
We fuss and we fight and delight in the tears that we cry until dawn

I'm loving the return of baseball. I'm finally somewhere that, although it sucks mightily, I can watch my team whenever they're on.

I must break you.

I assume points as well. I was afraid it was going to be FG%, in which case I was screwed.

I wish I could be as numb as you.

whatever floats your boat, dude

omarosa

don't change it, the unknown part is the funny part

yeah, it is common knownledge that she sucks more than blows

I cherish your odd comments here and there, why aren't there any?

seriously, I come home after a hard day at work and I specifically look to see if you have thought about me and/or said hello. for real.

For real, CharlesStewartVille.

So...you have been scanning the Village Voice for sex workers again, huh?

[Edited on Apr 11, 2006 2:42PM]

Fucking Yao. How do you do this every time?

I guess you just can't trust the Chinese.