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Desiree Burch is bigger and badder than you. Except when she's smaller and better (with more parentheticals than you can handle).

Monday, April 25, 2005

Breaking II (Yes, yes... Electric Boogaloo...)

An Addendum: I also have to thank Brian M. for encouraging me in the scourge of the blog. Of course, after all this thanks, I do actually have to write something.

Unfortunately, I am putting in my actual 15 minutes of work at the old J.O.B. right now. So I will update you all (read: no one, since no one looks at my so-called web log of life) on adventures in fekken Boston and my burgeoning career as a student-film diva later tonight.


At 4:51 PM, Blogger bam34 said...

Like the arrival of Pope Benedict, this is long overdue. My heart is already palpitating with excitement! My smelling salts!

At 12:14 AM, Blogger motherofpug said...

oh my god, des. fekken boston misses you. and i just got out of bed for like the first time since you left, shook the pug hair off my juicys, took 8 excedrin, walked into the living room, saw the sheet burrito on the futon, and thought to myself "so it wasn't a dream..." then i spent 3 hours having a panic attack about how much angus and his irish tang clan must hate me.

At 12:17 AM, Blogger greef baker said...

your brilliance touches me like uncle bob did when he was drunk in 1988.


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