today's grand question
why is my life a perpetual cheshire cat era blink 182 song? i need a new approach.
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this just made my friday
the drama. the murder. the intrigue. the stuffing of boxes. this is ikea heights i'm off to the city for belini's and a viewing of the last of the mohicans with troy. mucho bestidos, friday!!!
what if
he had never died i had never cried she had never tried to make this stop how do i make this stop the hurt the shirt off my back i would give for one more day i would pay a hefty ransom so many things to tell to say he may not be as gone as i think
what a man!
cadillac margarita and pete beat give good face ******************************************************************************** i love karaoke. i'm not the world's best singer, but i'm not tone deaf. i like to sing in karaoke bars, and i don't need to be 3 sheets to the wind to do it either. I prefer to have had at least one beer before i take the mic, but i don't need to be sloshed to take the stage. A few friday's ago, upon pete's suggestion, i took the show down to The Blue Max on the El Camino in Sunnyvale. I usually hit up Goosetown Lounge in Willow Glen which is usually packed with the young hipster crowd. Blue Max is a little more seasoned. a little less crowded. They have their regulars. observe : that guy apparently sings swwet transvestite from rocky horror every week. in a utilikilt. while weaving through the crowd and rubbing up on "unsuspecting" patrons as he does it. awesome theatredude. awesome. now, back to the whole reason for t