Internet addiction

Delivery.com asks if I love my order so much I can't contain myself - do I want to share on facebook? I think about it because my order has Lox. Am I Jewish? I am as a matter of fact.

Yes

The altered-to-deadly-sexy version of Aaron Sorkin hitting on me in the kitchen of his theater in my dream last night complimented me on how well I opened a bottle of wine. Pretty much says it all. * Google is doing its very best to force me to link my gmail and yahoo accounts and I refuse on the basis of not trusting this kind of pressure. What about in an "emergency?" they ask.What if my email accounts weren't linked? Well, I wouldn't be able to get on the blog if I had gmail on. In an emergency, you might not have this blog.

I cut this straight off someone's Ok Cupid Profile

The most private thing I’m willing to admit There's not much I won't admit to...I stayed a virgin until marriage (yeah, that was a huge miscalculation) so I'm no all-star in the sack. And I don't work out. So if my tongue and modest penis don't do it for you, fuck someone else.

pinot noir

for all that you are

wine

every time

Time back in Pennington
The car with Stephanie
gearing up
to watch over this trainwreck
as we look forward through some forming tunnel vision
to eventualities
we turn, you should never define,

we exhume what's annoying
how annoying
to gird
to take care somehow anyway

and Ms. Medical Doctor
will be in it with me

and Ben
will do a year at Michigan
hopefully.
He cares about the family.

and I will make a movie in Italy with Madeline.

well

I wanted to be scanning photographs to here, then I'd long-caption; it's the proto-type for my book idea: "My family bullshit Scrapbook".

But I lost the install cd and the hp website is INCREDIBLY ANNOYING. Where is the actual download? Why won't it let me have it?

Do you know the Jil Scott song "One is the magic number"? What a song.

More soon.