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the future mrs. hotrod | where the streets have no name
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Most of what follows is true. Where the streets have no name. I want to hide. 8221; followed by “Woo Hoo! I was chatting recently with Dabysan and he suggested that it might be time to drop the “my friend” modifier when I refer to Cait. And he may be right. He suggested changing it to “girlfriend,” but I had a better idea. As of last Tuesday my friend Cait is the real future Mrs. Hotrod. And I couldn’t be happier. The future mrs. hotrod. In other news: move over Zooey. You were always my second choice.
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taco life | where the streets have no name
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Most of what follows is true. Where the streets have no name. I want to hide. 8221; followed by “Woo Hoo! I was chatting recently with Dabysan and he suggested that it might be time to drop the “my friend” modifier when I refer to Cait. And he may be right. He suggested changing it to “girlfriend,” but I had a better idea. As of last Tuesday my friend Cait is the real future Mrs. Hotrod. And I couldn’t be happier. The future mrs. hotrod. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site. August 9th, 2011...
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knock knock | where the streets have no name
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Most of what follows is true. Where the streets have no name. I want to hide. Is anybody in here? It smells like moldy pie and taco meat. And it’s so cluttered. There are just piles of…. of. Everywhere. Nothing makes any sense. Is that a…. I think it’s a Bryan Adams CD. It’s hard to tell. Everything is so goddamn dusty. What the hell happened here? Where did everybody go? This entry was posted on Tuesday, June 7th, 2011 at 7:32 PM. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. 2 Be prep...
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thirty-one days of rocktober | where the streets have no name
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Most of what follows is true. Where the streets have no name. I want to hide. How dumb am i? Hey, remember Rocktober? You know, posting songs that rock every day for a month? That was a stupid idea, huh? A much better idea is posting songs that. Rock I’ll dare to get us started…. Thirty-one days of rocktober. Yesterday I stood at the mouth of the precipice, facing the void below. Today I plummeted to the bottom. I’m so glad Rocktober is finally over. It might be time for another hiatus. It’s been k...
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tacos | where the streets have no name
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Most of what follows is true. Where the streets have no name. I want to hide. 8221; followed by “Woo Hoo! I was chatting recently with Dabysan and he suggested that it might be time to drop the “my friend” modifier when I refer to Cait. And he may be right. He suggested changing it to “girlfriend,” but I had a better idea. As of last Tuesday my friend Cait is the real future Mrs. Hotrod. And I couldn’t be happier. The future mrs. hotrod. One of the reasons that CarrieNation. Not long ago, I noticed a sec...
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housekeeping | where the streets have no name
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Most of what follows is true. Where the streets have no name. I want to hide. Is anybody in here? It smells like moldy pie and taco meat. And it’s so cluttered. There are just piles of…. of. Everywhere. Nothing makes any sense. Is that a…. I think it’s a Bryan Adams CD. It’s hard to tell. Everything is so goddamn dusty. What the hell happened here? Where did everybody go? 10-ish PM — I started with the bookshelves. In the foreground is my first of many bags of trash. I’ve obviously ignored the ...I write...
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xmas | where the streets have no name
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Most of what follows is true. Where the streets have no name. I want to hide. Here it is christmastime. Merry Christmas, from deep in the heart of Texas. I wonder how many visitors to Austin realize that the North-South streets are named after Texas rivers. I know because I’m really, really smart. And because Lyle Lovett told me so. I wish I could have found his version of the song instead of the joker above. Now might also be a good time to mention that one of the recurring themes of hotrodtothe.com.
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old 97’s | where the streets have no name
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Most of what follows is true. Where the streets have no name. I want to hide. Here it is christmastime. Merry Christmas, from deep in the heart of Texas. The Tonight Show with Jay Leno. Instead of a show that people actually, you know, watch. Yesterday I stood at the mouth of the precipice, facing the void below. Today I plummeted to the bottom. I’m so glad Rocktober is finally over. It might be time for another hiatus. Thirty-one days of rocktober. I don’t think you knew you were in this song. At some p...
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navel gazing | where the streets have no name
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Most of what follows is true. Where the streets have no name. I want to hide. Is anybody in here? It smells like moldy pie and taco meat. And it’s so cluttered. There are just piles of…. of. Everywhere. Nothing makes any sense. Is that a…. I think it’s a Bryan Adams CD. It’s hard to tell. Everything is so goddamn dusty. What the hell happened here? Where did everybody go? I got no strings. Love’s labour’s won. Hours to re-create it and I’m a busy guy. I have things to spite. It’s been kind of a wei...
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