Whoa!

Talk about culture shock...

From my quite, peaceful Pueblonian (or should I say Puebloist, being an egoist) lifestyle that I started getting used to, to being rushed onto a plane at 6:30 a.m., harrased by surround sound screaming children, posioned by the super chronic halitosis of my asian row mate, then to eventually ride home on a rush hour crowded subway train.

Gosh it's good to be back!

Too cute...

Out of all the red carpet interveiws at the Oscars Eddie Murphie's was my favorite. When asked who he was wearing, he said his girlfriend's (wifes) name. Cute... In the land of pretention.

Please help me correct my 's's as I am apparently not so good with them.

Thank you Hillary!

I know Angel seperation is hard for you.

I can't tell you the joy I felt to find and little lump under my sheets. A tactile experience with my "tiny girlfriend" will make my night.

Though nothing will compare to my tactile experience and the snuggling peaceful bliss I will fell tomorrow night, you have made my last night here a sweet and comfortable thing of joy.

Thank you again...

I love dogs...

The only problem is they don't purr!

Meow!