Funny.
The title censor won't let me typre f'ing cold out.
Still driving my shopping cart limousine
packed with dog food, a sleeping bag, and sardines...
I wrote a bunch of started articles, which I'll gradually expand upon,
but I'm not warm enopugh,
and neither is the dog.
Just a reminder to you all
my hordes of faithful readers
I have a facecrack account.
As I push my shopping cart around I am hoping to get a $70,000+ job doing I.T. support.
=P
And sometimes I dream darker things
about star gates and space tunnels...
We is still looking for a space,
anywhere in vancouver
not richmond or surrey
I guess we'll toddle off tomorrow
for the ocean
after saying goodbye
to a pretty girl...
