kannon

I was raised near the Atlantic by bootleggers who were good with a story and bad with money management, and consequently I always had more than enough sand and not enough fresh vegetables. Scurvy bound, I learned how to build sandcastles.

Today I am a successful mortgage banker in the cold middle-west, and I own a house made of wood and bricks that smells of cinnamon and nutmeg and warm things. On colder nights, when the dry wind howls and the sky clings fast to its snow, I think often of my past and wonder if the sea still smells of fish and distillation.

None of the above was true, nor none of the following.

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(no subject) (re: Alphabet Soup)

posted by kannon on April 23rd, 2007 9:01 PM

Yay, Zizek!

darkaardvark.... (re: Player Photograph)

posted by kannon on April 22nd, 2007 9:05 AM

well, thank you. :)

(no subject) (re: Cyclothymia? Euthymia?)

posted by kannon on April 16th, 2007 7:41 PM

I think I'd start seeing another doctor! ;)

(but only socially, of course) *bad-dum-ching*

er, completion? (re: War Of Escalating Dares)

posted by kannon on April 14th, 2007 12:46 PM

I thought that in a 'dare-war' that the dares had to be completed in order to escalate to the next reciprocal dare. Completion? I want more.

(no subject) (re: Cyclothymia? Euthymia?)

posted by kannon on April 14th, 2007 12:40 PM

So.... the "Six Months to Live" part shouldn't be taken literally, as the condition is chronic and non-fatal? That's kinda funny (in a good way).