Despite a busy workday (and these days, they all are) I wandered back to this site for whatever reason — and totally lost about three hours reading all the shit we posted here once upon a time.  Sarsh was talking all Frenchy like, jager bombshell was making out with randoms, Jogre was all maudlin, and I swore a lot.  Well, times have changes.  I have at least one kid now (Daav’s oats: been sowed far and wide), years have passed, photos have disapeared from the site, spambots have been all over that Happy New Year, Bitches! post — the times they have changed, is what I’m saying.

But I’m here briefly to keep the dream alive.  However, my baby (not Sarsh) is all grunty and awake all of the sudden, so I better go.  Um, peace out.  Word to your mom.  And I have, indeed, dropped bombs.  Hence all the Fabreeze.