July 30, 2002
A simple act of procuring groceries from the local supermarket is no longer a safe process, now that we’re living on Oxford Street – not a locale commonly associated with the championing of traditional family values.
Around here, it’s more about Glamour Homelessness melded with Nightclub Fever. Oh, and the occasional Dramatic Murder. Which naturally ensures [...]
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July 17, 2002
It’s my twenty-third birthday! Many thanks to all friends who thrust humble gift-type objects in my general direction.
To Adam, for the dinner conducted at high altitude in a bona fide rotating restaraunt.
To my parents and sisters, for the thoughtful presents.
But most of all, to Paypal, who graciously allowed an anonymous shady character to hack into [...]
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