Cuss like a sailor, drink like a Mick …

Sorry, no quotidian details of late. Trying to reconcile what I write with who may be reading. Would hate to burst bubbles of those who know me in, say, a professional, daughterly, granddaughterly, or sisterly manner.

… a belated shoutout to my pagemonkeys [thanks, Dan], my parents [I swear I’m still a good girl], my siblings [who can’t access Supafine because the liberal use of the word “fuck” seems to have excited the Parental Controls] and all the people visiting my site via Tribune Company [Who are you guys, anyway?].

My only words of wisdom are [RADIO EDIT, — ed.].

Lord. I can’t believe I’m stealing rhymes from Kid Rock.

September 25, 2003 | Filed Under auto-categorized