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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Watching the leaves begin to turn aches in the back of my jaw as if I just imagined droplets of lemon maragine.

9 Comments:

At 3:39 PM, MC Etcher said...: I saw a squirrel pick up a pine cone and scamper off with it.

What use are pine cones to squirrels? Is there nutty goodness inside?
At 3:42 PM, dot said...: I wish we had seasons where I live. It's just hot, hot, hot, sort of cold, then hot, hot, hot all over again.
At 4:36 PM, Anonymous said...: I being to wonder why I moved up here, of all places. I could have a job in Cinci with Fantastic K. I could be watching the leaves change instead of watching everything slowly turn to mud...

Mojo, what have I done?
At 4:38 PM, Phats said...: I freaking love the word MOJO!!
I am going to get a helper monkey and name it mojo.
At 5:26 PM, Anonymous said...: What's lemon margrine.

I can't wait for fall. Come on godamnit. I'm sick of this. Who knew having all the hours in the day to read could make me sick in so many ways. Stomach, back, collarbone, sternum, hips, sinuses, skin.

I hate the movie "The Hours."
At 6:02 PM, MC Etcher said...: 'The Lemone Margrine' was a popular 18th Century dance popularized in France.

The women wore hats with citrus fruits (very expensive in that region).

It was quite risque, at the time.
At 6:03 PM, MC Etcher said...: Also, we love SQ, but SQ cannot spell.

:o)
At 8:58 PM, Fred said...: I would have raked it up by mistake. Or, is that what you wanted?
At 12:27 PM, Anonymous said...: I can't wait for the pumpkin patch to open here: you can go into the patch and pick your own pumpkin! And there's a hay-bale maze. And fresh apple cider that I take home, heat up, and put cloves and cinnamon in. Yummm....

Avacado, I don't know what you did ;). Come down here, lots of room.

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