I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell.

2005-11-09 at 9:03 p.m.

I'm actually considering getting Hotpress (Irish music magazine) delivered to me for 132 Euro a year. This is why I need to move to Ireland. That and all the Irish brogues, of course.

You know what you see a lot on my street? Little blonde-haired children with their Filipino nannies. I went to get groceries and the short walk up and down my road produced seven of these combinations. Seven. The last was a nanny with five boys. The oldest, probably not even twelve, asked her "Is this the way to Starbucks?" And then I threw up in my mouth just a little bit.

This is James helping me write my Venetian Renaissance paper.

Here are pictures from thanksgiving. Kim's hamster Shackleton.

Strongbow in little glasses.

Hot hot Jason Collet and some guy from Broken Social Scene licking his face. We watched this video many times that weekend. Like in the hundreds.

And this isn't James but oh dear, I wish it was.

speaking at length + speaking in lines