December 02, 2005
THE INTERWEB IS LIKE EVERY DRUNKEN CONVERSATION COME TO LIFE
I wish the Interweb would realize the more useful of our liminal daydreams, like the car as thick as a credit card that smells like cinnamon and goes a million miles an hour.
Posted by Sasha at December 2, 2005 01:20 PM | TrackBack