Musings about life framed by an endless search for the perfect dhal recipe.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Even though my only experience with this heatwave will probably involve drugs, romance novels and chest hair (see below), apparently some of us are feeling the joie de vivre.
I would love to be able to sing but instead I buy a lot of music, I hate birds, unfun sweating, and homunculi, I love crossword puzzles and music, garlic, coffee and cigarettes (RIP cigarettes, 2/27/07), waking up to the sound of somone in the shower, I will write something good and important before I die.
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