These are the ramblings of a professional ankle-biter wrangler. The rugrats have taken over the house. The toilet needs cleaning and there is play-doh stuck to the bowl. There are small finger tracks laced in the peanut butter. All the while, my life has never been so full. Never have I felt such joy. I am showered with hugs and kisses, sticky fingers affectionately wipe away an occasional tear of happiness. Monday, June 08, 2009. Tuesday, February 27, 2007.

Dedans vou i trouverai ma vie mes. Amies et plein dotre chose. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Ba voila mon annic avec les potes trop cool.

jer 12 ans et je suis une fille un pe comme les autre masi avec des qualiter en plus mdr.

The sounds you are about to listen to are the result of years of mechanical evolution and electronic construction. Born from the whimpers of industry, the music of Norman Sane is adorned with the scars of circuitry and the innocence of prototype. Thank you for your compliance. The wires will now replace the blood in your veins and the experiments will begin.