davel

Hmm, I didn't mean to make a journal entry, but now that I did, I can't delete it.
How anticlimactic.
If you leave a comment I will hunt you down and kill you*.
Thanks for your understanding.




*Seriously. If you want me, you know where to find me.

it costs $4 a month to read my blog.
but wait: there's more!
you also get hot naked girls!

my new company - we do stuff(tm).

it's better now, except for the ways that it's not.

my grandmother died today. where's the emoticon for that (please note that this question is rhetorical)?

meanwhile my sister is due to have a baby any second, and christmas is only two weeks away. it's really unfortunate that my grandmother couldn't stick it out another month to see her granddaughter and our family all together one last time.

I'm booking a flight back to connecticut...
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Overheard on the internet today: "The magazines were the bread and the gun was the meat".

i miss her too.

and now, numer one:
the larch.
the larch.

the pain
of the fear
of pain.

has there ever been a bollywood interpretation of the american giant bug/reptile/rodent horror genre?
because i'm watching the beginning of centipede -- a scene with an indian archeology couple -- and i really want them to break out in song.

holy frijoles this movie is bad. tainted sushi bad.