the love of such fuels the nerves in my fingers as i log into this mecca every weekday

what's doing this weekend, pardner?

a reunion with an old friend which will feature my vain attempt at stoking a dying fire. what's percolating for you, scrivener?

rebuking a friend's entreaties to operate a rickshaw. i also plan to start my running regiment today after i punch the clock

when and where did the fire originally catch?

it flared when i was an immediate-post-baccalaureate know-it-all in the mood for a 5 p.m. to 9 p.m. kind of friendship.

'trings, it sounds to me like you can tweak and combine your two plans and give chicagoland a glimpse at the lithest rickshaw operator this side of a belle and sebastian album sleeve.

the rickshaw engagement is in waukegan, il, which you may know from at least one tom waits song

assumptions get you somewhere with me

i'm trying to avoid the city because of this nato thing, which has most everyone in a real tizzy

i'd like to get a five-sense breakdown of a curley tizzy

perpendicular to stipelman's folly?

it depends equally on the starting point and the assumption

i think somewhere in the trilogy i've talked about my husbandry of meticulous a.m. ritual

dry heaves are usually in the ascendancy

an old apartment of mine had a breakfast nook suitable for even the most wildly gesticulating heavers

what's your position re roommates?

my preference for solitude is being put to the test by a rather enticing offer from a few friends right this very moment, roomshifter. you?

as a practicing introvert, my position is necessarily fraught. but the sisters' stockpile of velour hoodies is a vital hook in my belly

what can one expect from a curley woman scorned?

if she's already memorized the numbers on your amex centurion, consider yourself totally hosed