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you know that sound that scissors make?: Maybe I'll be Beyoncé.
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Thursday, October 29, 2009. Maybe I'll be Beyoncé. I only wear my red suede boots for special occasions. Okay, until today I only wore my red suede boots on Thursday nights at the Townhouse which was always a special occasion because drag queens sang and danced with us to Beyoncé. I wore them today because it was Thursday and because tomorrow is my Captain's. So to the big city I go. Where The Future President of Africa. I want a nook burger almost as much as I want to see your face. Maybe Ill be Beyoncé.
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you know that sound that scissors make?: October 2009
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Thursday, October 29, 2009. Maybe I'll be Beyoncé. I only wear my red suede boots for special occasions. Okay, until today I only wore my red suede boots on Thursday nights at the Townhouse which was always a special occasion because drag queens sang and danced with us to Beyoncé. I wore them today because it was Thursday and because tomorrow is my Captain's. So to the big city I go. Where The Future President of Africa. Thursday, October 22, 2009. Worth the travel time. And the fever. Kinda. More import...
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you know that sound that scissors make?: April 2009
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009. Spontaneity is my name, hard to spell is my game. Wait, scratch that last part. Sort of. I took a spontaneous trip to Indiana this weekend on a mission to surprise The Girl Who Has To Pee. And was totally successful. I threw pebbles at her bedroom window and yielded great surprised-face results. Hating surprises is totally a one-way street for me. Giving is WAY different than getting. Wednesday, April 22, 2009. Easter Candy. (From this year). (Probably). It may be messy, but at l...
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you know that sound that scissors make?: July 2009
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009. Gauchos are the pants of the crippled. I am currently sporting a plaster splint that is the most counter intuitive crapshoot on God's green earth. In its free time, when it is not producing leg sweat and making me feel claustrophobic, it enjoys personally trying to pull apart every stitch or staple or whatever grossnasty post-surgical thing they use these days. Tuesday, July 14, 2009. I spent approximately 2 hours combing fellowship out of the hair of Wit-Knee! I know, I know...