Po…umms
Posted by leftforcoy on May 9, 2008
Two roads diverged in the wood, and I- . . . I took out my Treo and checked out GoogleMaps, to figure out which one to take.
Do not go gentle into that . . . sketchy taco place.
No man is an island . . . unlike Governor’s Island, which is.
I felt a funeral in my brain . . . but they only have the place till 6, so they should be cleared out of there before we need to start setting up for the bat mitzvah, ok?
I saw the best minds of my generation . . . get National Merit Scholarships.
STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you
not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you? . . . Actually, on second thought that’d be pretty weird–forget I said that.
