We bought tickets, but no one ever collected them. Translation: I'm never paying $10.50 again.
After, Sofia made us spaghetti. Whenever someone enters our apartment now, they have to play this game Dad and Linda gave me.
2.05.2006
Tommy Lee Jones is my hero
On Saturday we met up with Anthony to watch The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada. It was pretty good. I think it was a western, but others may disagree. They need to start making more western movies. Like some real Clint Eastwood stuff. Now Sofia thinks we are going to name our kid Melquiades, but I will probably put the kibosh on that.
We bought tickets, but no one ever collected them. Translation: I'm never paying $10.50 again.
After, Sofia made us spaghetti. Whenever someone enters our apartment now, they have to play this game Dad and Linda gave me.
We bought tickets, but no one ever collected them. Translation: I'm never paying $10.50 again.
After, Sofia made us spaghetti. Whenever someone enters our apartment now, they have to play this game Dad and Linda gave me.
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. . . notice the casual but well placed "urbane brooklyn dweller" items strewn about the latest of pictures . . . classic fuji urban transport resting i corner: check. handy-chic swiss army utility knife on table: check. celebrity network producer over for games: double true! . . .
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