Tuesday, January 24, 2006 Hack
Did I break my butt-bone? I doubt it, but what if that is wishful doubt? My butt certainly hurts, because last night I couldn't stop falling on my butt. Sometimes, other people fell on me and my innocent butt was caught in the crossfire. No one was actually shooting guns, so that bit about crossfire was nothing but an essential truth. The Street Fighter machine was making its usualy noises, and they got a toddler all excited. He kept wandering around and saying "I need some money. I need some money." Hobo Jr. It was adorable.
Tonight I'm going to yet another blogger meet-up, which I believe is somewhere in Canton. I don't know. It doesn't matter. I'm not driving. posted by Frenz | 1/24/2006 12:02:00 PM
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