Poking the new diary button. And seeing what comes out, since, oh, 2002 or so.

I may have pissed CurvyGirl off. Another 5 years of Conservatives. 51 a few days ago.

In a drunk diary the other night, someone mentioned that growing up poor never leaves you. But there are other things that never leave you. Reflections on my fortieth year.

I found this user name, blixco, back when he and I were a team. This moniker was created in that short, fantastic time. I was not me until he and I and all of us created the reality we created. And now he has died. Rest in peace, uncle Art.

Put on a show in Palm Beach. Attended in person at the swank old historic hotel. Smuggled in my wife, so she could rollerskate around a while without people asking her to make them lunch or find their shoes. This is a post about dying. Disappointingly these messages are often limited in their scope, offering insights i.

I am fascinated by the imminent European Union referendum. In Flanders fields the poppies blow. Between the crosses, row on row,. That mark our place; and in the sky. The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Scarce heard amid the guns below.

It is kind of boring here. This place seems to be populated with 40 year old men and 30 year old women, who complain all day about their jobs, complain about their babies, and complain about their relationships. And there is the token 14 year old boy that posts fish recipes to everything.

Looking at a year-old diary. Two diaries in less than a month. All the little ants go marching.

Mi casa es su casa. Sun May 17, 2.

New desire to fiddle with what I keep in my trousers. Inside I finish the 10K. Football is a simple game; 22 men chase a ball for 90 minutes and at the end, tiebreak. Football is a simple game; 22 men chase a ball for 90 minutes and at the end, . Tue Apr 03, 20.