and long ago somebody left with the cup
I desperately want a new design for this site. No time. Damn, there’s some slick stuff out there. Like Splorp and Chrominance above, or like sixfoot6. Gah. Reluctantly crouched at the starting line, Engines pumping and thumping in time. The green light flashes, the flags go up. Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup. […]
jealous of your cigarette
Okay, so now I’m listening to Hawksley Workman. It was a short classic rock binge, cut short by our trip to Sandy’s parents, and the fact that I was listening to Chemical Brothers at the end. Anyways. Stock Car Banquets are strange. Drunk men who I hardly know are really strange. And we didn’t win […]