tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post4126646573467099254..comments2024-03-26T08:34:47.920-04:00Comments on this girl called automatic win: I Pull Up to the Front of Your Driveway With Magic Soaking My Spine (and Auto-Fun)riesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11088087483121384868noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-16729989992444120752008-05-22T04:38:00.000-04:002008-05-22T04:38:00.000-04:00thanks!tink is THE hot(test) dog.ummm...done and D...thanks!<BR/>tink is THE hot(test) dog.<BR/>ummm...done and DONE seems to become a our little gag. haha.<BR/>love and greets from old europe.danihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02416734918029336453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-79690066807162804882008-05-20T14:17:00.000-04:002008-05-20T14:17:00.000-04:00lizthelovinglass: just for the record: thank you. ...lizthelovinglass: just for the record: thank you. I'll stay alive for cheese, and wine too maybe. Or just for girls in high heels, Camilla, and the occasional blessings of nights out.<BR/><BR/>dave lozo: my favorite thing about that theory is that it'd take a really long time to fake all those postcards for real. i think it's harder to fake things than to do them sometimes.<BR/><BR/>eric mathew: riesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11088087483121384868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-85766564752267128802008-05-20T12:34:00.000-04:002008-05-20T12:34:00.000-04:00ok so i just got back from a college buddies reuni...ok so i just got back from a college buddies reunion in SF where we celebrated bay to breakers (basically a drunken, debauched parade of people in costumes posing as a 7-mile race for normal people from the bay to the ocean). <BR/> <BR/>anyway, the point of this story is before i flew home i stopped at google to have lunch with a friend before heading to the airport. in the lobby you have to Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-72471052596946960032008-05-18T22:31:00.000-04:002008-05-18T22:31:00.000-04:00Sometimes the stars do align. I hope that you are ...Sometimes the stars do align. I hope that you are not selling yourself too short. Riese, you are a blogging star in your own right, so I'm sure that Alice and her brunette band mate must have felt equally blessed to meet you. <BR/><BR/>On second thought, no, you are not selling yourself short, this is why I keep reading this blog.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-65395164290274262132008-05-18T19:55:00.000-04:002008-05-18T19:55:00.000-04:00hmvmghk"she's not me and she never will be" holle...hmvmghk"she's not me and she never will be" hollerrrr -<BR/><BR/>where am i? cruising around west hollywood listening to the new Madonna, like all the other gay men here!<BR/><BR/>"we only got 4 minutes to save the world!"Havilandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01004764292580316149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-74803162185981647932008-05-18T18:00:00.000-04:002008-05-18T18:00:00.000-04:00umm WERE IS HAVILAND?????umm WERE IS HAVILAND?????Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-15423505945295986162008-05-18T05:34:00.000-04:002008-05-18T05:34:00.000-04:00I love the writing from your notebook, really and ...I love the writing from your notebook, really and truly. It's beautiful, I'd defo read a book constructed of such thoughts and musings.teehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14576466219686651433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-23321208151163487882008-05-18T04:52:00.000-04:002008-05-18T04:52:00.000-04:00all I need is a picture of Tinkerbell in her hot p...all I need is a picture of Tinkerbell in her hot pullover...danihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02416734918029336453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-80730031997233749322008-05-17T17:39:00.000-04:002008-05-17T17:39:00.000-04:00I quoted Phillip White because you posted it in yo...I quoted Phillip White because you posted it in your auto-fun-o-the-day it was a number 10. I read it and instantly loved that line in the poem. <BR/>I think it is because I feel like that... I also still feel like the angry sex scene from the L word, but i hope that will pass. It's like you are writing my feelings and you write them better then I feel them, but it is so good to know someone elseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-43338317036539681672008-05-17T17:27:00.000-04:002008-05-17T17:27:00.000-04:00Glad that you and philly made amends. I've lived h...Glad that you and philly made amends. I've lived here for 3 years and actually enjoy it most of the time (although, as I found out this morning, the fact that our book festival features Barbara Walters (and was generally pretty crappy) does not speak well for us, nor does the fact that "abysmal" is a generous term for SEPTA).JDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10642712236168495756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-84602938174636044192008-05-17T17:01:00.000-04:002008-05-17T17:01:00.000-04:00i loved this! i love uh huh her! philly? i could t...i loved this! i love uh huh her! philly? i could take it or leave it, but like mr dave matthews said, it's not where, but who you're with that really matters. also i would like that fan to travel with us everywhere we go, cause it too was magical.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-60300798275561079782008-05-17T16:34:00.000-04:002008-05-17T16:34:00.000-04:00i'm sorry! you know i am.and me and ronnie are goi...i'm sorry! you know i am.<BR/><BR/>and me and ronnie are going to make it up to you and just come into nyc.eric mathewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02768653319105163220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-41389478245376851942008-05-17T16:19:00.000-04:002008-05-17T16:19:00.000-04:00Post Secret submissions are all fake, FYI. Just li...Post Secret submissions are all fake, FYI. Just like your comments.frankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07508236221261282480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-36166789908500753252008-05-17T14:25:00.000-04:002008-05-17T14:25:00.000-04:00just for the record: You fascinate me. Nights out ...just for the record: You fascinate me. Nights out are very risky. you must always expect unforeseen events to pop up. Leaving the house in general is risky. But for seeing Camila (and leisha) it's all worth it. I would even consider high heels. just to look nice. <BR/>I will stay alive as long as i have chocolate. Chocolatism is the true religion. it's a rich and frothy adoration/doctrine/cult Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04080593756294137021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-46426204294440731492008-05-17T12:10:00.000-04:002008-05-17T12:10:00.000-04:00juno: Oh, a novel! I'd like that. Fiction. I am ov...<B>juno:</B> Oh, a novel! I'd like that. Fiction. I am over myself, even the shades of me I wish to fictionalize.<BR/><BR/>UHH will be late. At least an hour late probs, and the opener is bad. Unfortunately we cannot be in Boston tonight, Carly's got a housewarming, but y'all have fun now, y'hear?<BR/><BR/><B>atherton:</B> I almost always do it in text-edit (comments), 'cause somewhere between myriesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11088087483121384868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-67705733584445701612008-05-17T11:22:00.000-04:002008-05-17T11:22:00.000-04:00I had this super-awesome very eloquent and wistful...I had this super-awesome very eloquent and wistful response all written out and then somewhere between word verification and signing in to OpenID, SOMETHING ate it.<BR/><BR/>It began with waking up (well, already being up) with insomnia at four in the morning, and having a VERY specific craving (um, homemade fettuccine alfredo and a pint of Ben and Jerry's Dublin Mudslide for dessert), and then Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25704113.post-35797382492819892902008-05-17T10:37:00.000-04:002008-05-17T10:37:00.000-04:00I think that I really like this one a lot:I didn't...I think that I really like this one a lot:<BR/><BR/><I>I didn't like him in the morning. Sometimes men reminded me of giant animal trees. Sad ones. This primal lust -- beast -- cut through way too quickly with its apology. It was in the moment between animal and apology where he lost me.</I><BR/><BR/>It has shades of a novel beginning/ending.<BR/><BR/>Also, should I expect UHH to be late tonight?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com