Month: April 2005

  • Britney is pregnant. Her baby has a blog.

    Neonatal image (look closely):



    Snow is flying outside. The end is near.

  • I have never met or talked to this person, but her website consistently
    appears high on Google’s results lists whenever I search for obscure
    things like the lyrics to the currently playing song.

    You English
    langage lovers will appreciate her vocab skillz. Her profile is a good starting point.

  • I think I’m going to spend a couple years working on my break-dancing skillz.



  • The God who shows me unfailing love.

    An Oconomowoc hyacinth from this week.

  • What? Bubbler wasn’t an option? Where was finna?

    Your Linguistic Profile:
    80% General American English
    15% Upper Midwestern
    5% Yankee
    0% Dixie
    0% Midwestern

  • Chris is 21. I am tired. Amanda and Kristen are crazy. Wait, I am for staying up so late… Another night, and I’m still single, still sober, still no making out. You know, it’s all right…

  • I took my shirt off today for a little while. Rashid, the
    pigment-enhanced man that he is, couldn’t stop laughing for a while….
    He couldn’t get any darker if he lived in a tanning booth.

    At any rate, he’s a complimentary guy (not in the free sense, he
    expects a paycheck) and is always loading me up with lines. Today I
    reminded him of the gardener or whoever in Desperate Housewives – tall,
    dark, and handsome. Except for the dark and handsome part. But I’m
    working on the color! It’s a little pink right now….

  • The night went well, and the coffee chat was a pleasant conversation.
    Naturally, it was chai for me. If anything it could have used….

    Edit: The great part about this is that
    I HEARD a cowbell at this little hole-in-the-wall place on the
    southside of Milwaukee with a band playing folk/country/bluegrass music
    and a lead singer from my alma mater UW-Stevens Point. Kicker? The
    drummer playing the cowbell shares a birthday with Mr. T.

  • Rashid nailed it when he told me…



    Nick, you just like to test your willpower, don’t you?

  • She loves me….she loves me not…she loves me!