
Whenever I get a haircut, I ran out of shampoo, I get seasick, I go to the beach, I see, taste or feel Asti, I think of you.
I miss you Blondie.
Boating? Boating??
In this blog I'd write about random thoughts and drunken debates, Punky Brewster's smiley sunshine pigtail holder and The Wonder Years, Dance with Dragons and The Prodigal Daughter, kissing toads and happy endings, figments of my imagination and the story of my life. Not necessarily in that order though. And for the record, I sing off-key.
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