December 02, 2005
THE INTERWEB IS LIKE EVERY DRUNKEN CONVERSATION COME TO LIFE
And as thoroughly as we are diverted by this, we 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