all my little plans and schemes - nothing but a bunch of dreams. all i really needed to do - was maybe some love. i don't expect you to understand - the kingdom of heaven is in your hand. i don't expect you to wake from your dreams - too late for pride now it seems. why must we be alone? it's real, love - yes, it's real. -- john lennon

Saturday, March 22, 2008

...sounds like a country song

I have yet to find an ail that cannot be cured, or at least ameliorated, by Adam Sandler night at Rae's, complete with Father Nolan's chocolate chip cookies and milk and the periodic merciless harassment of Drew Barrymore and her matchless theatrical ability. "Glenn, I love you soooo much..." Ahh, what a thespian.

posted by aubrey at 1:42 AM

2 Comments:

Blogger Amanda said...

Holy blog redesign Batman! I like. I will be emailing you this weekend, anticipate that :) And, I solemnly swear that I will be putting something in the mail for you this week, so you can expect that, oh, between 2 weeks and 7 years from now depending on the French postal service :) Happy Easter!

8:45 AM

 
Blogger Ruthie said...

You need a prostitute!

8:33 AM

 

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