I have to get some Christmas presents for a person who has chow chows. You know, I am so prejudiced against that breed. No problem with pits or rotts. It was a chow who nearly took a bite out of my ass a couple of years ago. Dog lover that I am, that's not something I'll soon forget. It's why I don't care to visit that one friend of mine who has chows (it was one of hers that bit me, for one thing).
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Notice: Some X- and R-rated content and links are present. If you possess delicate sensibilities or are under 18, I suggest you depart immediately. Or not, but don't say I didn't warn you. May also contain mundane and prosaic entries. Read at your own risk.
About Me
- Name: Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive)
- Location: United States
Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
Previous Posts
- Here's something to see for its slurp factor, if n...
- Well, a while back I attended services at a Reform...
- OMG, is this the effin' funniest thing you've ever...
- Last week I gave a presentation to class, reading ...
- Last week, I went to one of the few movie theaters...
- OMG. Oh. My. GAWD. This describes my ex to a T...
- Man, this would be so cool! It would be perfect f...
- I'm somewhat dismayed to see the return of skin-ti...
- Ah. Sadie did write back. Turns out she was out ...
- Alright, here's the thing. In fifth and sixth gra...
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home