My Sordid Past:

How do you mourn a city? - Wednesday, Aug. 31, 2005
Make her give it back - Thursday, Aug. 25, 2005
And for your consideration - Friday, Aug. 19, 2005
The butt that launched a thousand ships - Thursday, Aug. 11, 2005
Where do the unicorns shop? - Wednesday, Aug. 10, 2005
I love the smell of diesel in the morning - Tuesday, Aug. 09, 2005
Let there be light - Monday, Aug. 08, 2005
If it doesn't kill me, it will make me better - Tuesday, Aug. 02, 2005
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to - Monday, Aug. 01, 2005
Can the nursing home be far behind? - Thursday, Jul. 28, 2005
And off in the corner was a three ton elephant we all ignored - Wednesday, Jul. 27, 2005
They're here, they're queer and we're getting used to it - Tuesday, Jul. 26, 2005
Pitiful doesn't begin to cover it. - Friday, Jul. 22, 2005
Oh yes, I am a broken record - Friday, Jul. 15, 2005
O Tell Me O Running Geeks - Wednesday, Jul. 13, 2005
The Universe Is A Cruel And Capricious Place Bent On Sucking All Joy From My Life. - Tuesday, Jul. 12, 2005
Beware of Vermonters promising brownies - Tuesday, Jul. 05, 2005

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