Old joke... Q: What's a 7, 8, 9 10?
A: that's a 3 at 11pm, 12am, 1am and 2am.
deja pseu
at January 27, 2007 7:45 AM
Maybe I'm pathetically old, and stupidly in love with a horribly flawed city, and a borderline alcoholic, and just plain silly... But that's a wonderfully romantic photograph/blog post.
Old joke... Q: What's a 7, 8, 9 10?
A: that's a 3 at 11pm, 12am, 1am and 2am.
deja pseu at January 27, 2007 7:45 AM
Maybe I'm pathetically old, and stupidly in love with a horribly flawed city, and a borderline alcoholic, and just plain silly... But that's a wonderfully romantic photograph/blog post.
Crid at January 27, 2007 9:45 AM
Thanks, Crid.
Amy Alkon at January 27, 2007 9:55 AM
There's worse things than cellulite. Especially after 11pm in a scary but exciting city. Especially after 45 anywhere in the world.
Crid at January 27, 2007 2:37 PM
Yes, like the crazy guy who chased me after I got donuts this morning: "I kill you, I kill you."
No, thanks! I'm in a hurry!
Amy Alkon at January 27, 2007 2:41 PM
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