, since anything north of the city is on nebulous blob called "The North Hills" until you get to Cranberry township.
Small town life / rural life must sound so dull to the city folks here. To that, I can only say, A) it's not so dull as it sounds, and B) I don't feel cheated at all. Hell, I think I got the better deal.
Nah. Books are the one thing that can be mailed cheap.
You just have to stay at the next place long enough for them to catch up to you. Media mail, it is a bittersweet thing.
Thanks guys! I'm going to bet that this isn't going to happen until my actual due date in 4 days. So I guess I just get to sit around and talk to you people.
Sending baby vibes!
Heh.
Then moved to Friendship, then when a bullet came into my bedroom (while I was out), we moved to Squirrel Hill.
In CobraMrsFit's case, it is because there are "holes" in them. Also because, as she put it, "This is not 1995."
In CobraMrsFit's case, it is because there are "holes" in them. Also because, as she put it, "This is not 1995."
1995, like 1982, is a state of mind. As long as you can still hear Coolio's Gangsta Paradise in your heart, and remember episodes of Batman: The Animated Series or Beverly Hills: 90210, you carry 1995 with you wherever you go.
I'm going to have this tattooed on the face of someone I don't particularly like, but look at often.
I'm personally still trapped in the 80s. I can't imagine a life without Patrick Nagel as the premiere pop artist, and Aliens as the high watermark of cinema. Also, "KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAN..."
*pokes you with stick*
Nah. Books are the one thing that can be mailed cheap.
You just have to stay at the next place long enough for them to catch up to you. Media mail, it is a bittersweet thing.
I loved him.... I had so many prints... so many... but they were stored in my sis's garage and the tubes fell down. Doggie went to town on them. Sigh.
I must be hitting the middle of this draft, because I've suddenly been overcome with the urge to write a scifi/western/time travel romance involving ghosts.
*wanders off*
As long as you can still hearCoolio's GangstaWeird Al's Amish Paradise in your heart, and remember episodes of Batman: The Animated Series or Beverly Hills: 90210, you carry 1995 with you wherever you go.