Spending one’s Christmas with family really reminds one of that not all web users have good eyesight.
That I have the spelling skills of a four-year-old. Taunts and jeers to firstname.lastname@example.org if you please.
I sometimes wonder if Hemingway was a real jerk and ‘A Moveable Feast’ was a hopeless piece of name-dropping… I worry about attaching importance to the appearance of various celebrities at various times in my life. I wonder about my father and his relation to celebrity and this tangent could run and run ‘cause all I wanted to write was that Nicki and I saw Jane Birkin in the Tate today.
sorry ass excuse for middleware…
So I was born on a Sunday.