March 2007
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March 3rd, 2007.
Heather and I are driving east on I-85 North, an oxymoron that I believe I’ve griped about before. I-85 is sort of like that kid in school who broke all the rules and yet still was beloved of teachers everywhere (yes, Ian Sikora, I’m talking about YOU) AND went to the homecoming dance with the…
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March 2nd, 2007.
My mom’s cat, Luca, revelling in the leftover Christmas decor from the Christmas PLOJ of last weekend. PS24 from Washington DC popping into College Perk to blow my mind. Hell of a djembe player, he played it like the roto-toms in a gogo band or something. Very cool, great stage presence. They made me pleased.…
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March 1st, 2007.
The pseudo-mirangue then went on to be the frosting for my bouche de noel, which turned into more of an avalanche cake. Heather placed little people on it which had bled their colour all over the icing by the next morning. It was a little disturbing, but ooooh so delicious. PLOJ XXXVII at my mom’s…