Once upon a time, in the hills of Appalachia, a brother married his sister . This is just the ramblings and rants of a writer whose purpose in life is to make people smile. Drop in, and then drop a line to the Fishman. Wednesday, August 10, 2005. Moving is a pain in the yang. much like about a billion other things that seem to have appeared in my apartment.

Thursday, September 29, 2005. Romance Can be a Hair Raising Experience. But thanks to one of my birthday presents, I am now prepared. Romance from your man is always a nice touch. That is until it becomes flammable. Sit back and read my little experience. Yes, I hear the oompa loompas singing in the background as well.

I have been banished from the slopes, enslaved by economics. An adept social chameleon, but less adept at hiding my growing interest in you. Perhaps I get caught watching you a bit too long, lost in the thought of how your hair must smell, how those lips must taste. Fare thee well, old friend think of me in that re. Easy adverisity and your abyss. Love, love is a verb. Nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands.

Monday, July 16, 2012. Hoy publico una entrada porque estoy participando en un concurso a través del facebook. En ese concurso hay que cantar la canción del libro. Quién gane, podrá grabar el tema junto al autor. Espero de verdad que os guste y que me. Aquí os dejo el vídeo, disfrutadlo. Sunday, July 15, 2012.

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