Bunch of s spotted in the Dean Street Townhouse. My little pink penal passage. The dark side of the moon. Play-dough fun factory of life. The delicate creation of god. Little man in the canoo.

I am the author of my own demise. Tuesday, June 13, 2006. Now normally I will say that the worst part of public transit is the public. Part If I could just have public transit that would pick me up at my door and take me straight to work and home without stopping to pick up other people, that would be pretty perfect. Plus, you know, I would really be doing my part for the environment and leaving my car at home. There is, however, increasingly less to say in praise of the transit.

Abonne-toi à mon blog! Mon petit fils Quentin. Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.