the gardenhead knows my name

So, now - I won't strain to write about today's text messages - just that whenever I peek my little head out, Eamon thwaps me with the mallet. I don't know what he expects to get out of it; unless he just wants me to know that he always wins and that I never, ever should have tried to beat him at his own game ----- And now as I feel sick and sad, my usual options are no longer viable.  I'm ...

"existentialism from dostoevsky to sartre" and gardenhead lyrics, and/or a new dress, cd, and http://www.msvuart.ca/index.php?menid=06/04&mtyp=2&article_id=14&pg=4 andand becca herbert: on losing hair and gaining orgasm (use of the dominant hand or an electronicfriend. ahem, you sexy thing), flailing, and baby dinosaurs an acadian identity crisis gardenhead, leave me alone