No, I really don’t think you understand exactly how much chili sauce I actually put on my food. This is an all around issue so, I would, in my usual manic way, actually advise you to call and ask Jaxon for the salvation of your peace of mind (looking for gram count?), but it’d just be embarrassing for all concerned when you found out how few taste buds remain on my tongue. This somehow comes across as the subtlety of trash to me. The finer points.
How can I send you snail mail when I haven't got your address? (Paradox of the new century.) Email with details, and long epistles you shall have.
I am nothing if not obliging.
Mucha Muchacha,
Ed.
PS: I read the iBook G4 entry and couldn't believe it. I have one, too.
oh. These women of trash. These women of class. You've always been way too much for the tastebuds in my brain.
Ewwwwwwww.
Posted by: Xavier at March 14, 2006 10:43 AMx,
whatever, motherfucker. i'm naming my cunt after you, for that one. yeah, that really gets to you, don't it.
ed it's coming up.
Posted by: caroline at March 14, 2006 5:27 PM