My Sordid Past:

Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting - Wednesday, Oct. 29, 2003
Peacekeeping, a proud Canadian tradition - Tuesday, Oct. 28, 2003
Only pennies a pound - Friday, Oct. 24, 2003
The hardest time is just before dawn - Thursday, Oct. 23, 2003
You can't hurry love or an appreciation of the Supremes - Monday, Oct. 20, 2003
And then Marn-Ra pulled her mighty arms ... - Friday, Oct. 17, 2003
She's got legs, too bad she don't know how to use 'em - Wednesday, Oct. 15, 2003
Motown Monday--you can't hurry love or fitness - Tuesday, Oct. 14, 2003
I had to do it. Really. I did. - Thursday, Oct. 09, 2003
Enid, the cat who is a gas - Wednesday, Oct. 08, 2003
Death by drumstick--at least it's an interesting way to go, eh? - Tuesday, Oct. 07, 2003
I should have taken my time - Monday, Oct. 06, 2003
Slimed. I was slimed. - Saturday, Oct. 04, 2003
Smush is so not a good look for me - Thursday, Oct. 02, 2003
Lady, you aren't trying on that bra until I have your belt and shoelaces - Wednesday, Oct. 01, 2003
There goes my street cred - Friday, Sept. 26, 2003
You've shown me the money, now show me the people. - Tuesday, Sept. 23, 2003
Ain't too proud to beg for the girls - Sunday, Sept. 21, 2003
Turquoise. My eyes hurt looking at it - Thursday, Sept. 18, 2003
And then I heard the rip of waxed fabric leaving skin ... - Wednesday, Sept. 17, 2003
Bizarre, shovel-related accident - Monday, Sept. 15, 2003
There's Something About Enid - Sunday, Sept. 14, 2003
It's raining men, or at least disco - Friday, Sept. 12, 2003
Cats could make a person bitter - Wednesday, Sept. 10, 2003
He better not try blaming the mice - Tuesday, Sept. 09, 2003
Who knew he was an evil genius? - Monday, Sept. 08, 2003
Did you fartlek? Huh? HUH? - Friday, Sept. 05, 2003
Welcome to purgatory. Watch where you walk. - Thursday, Sept. 04, 2003
I love him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't drive me crazy - Tuesday, Sept. 02, 2003

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