Tuesday, May. 02, 2006 - 10:44 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Dance Doughboy Dance
OK, this is just goofiness.
I am not sure if this doughboy page is actually the one where you can make a dance, or if you have to click on a "make your own dance" button to get to the page, but go do it. It is very silly. Make the pillsbury doughboy get down, yeah.
Do it. do it. do it.
It is pure silliness.
Here it is raining and horrid and cold. After a gorgeous weekend (yes I fucked around with my emotions by hanging around artsyguy and his kids ALL weekend and no he doesn't kiss me or touch me or anything sexy anymore just friendly and then I feel like crying or often do, i am a sucker for pain i am yes i am) it is horridly yucky out. Even yesterday was mostly sunny and wonderful with no wind.
But today it is cold and icky and rainydrizzly and you need the dancing doughboy.
I know you do.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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