Obit.
But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume?...
...If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high,
To Sir, with Love.
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Jul 13, 2010
R.I.P.----
Obit.
But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume?...
...If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high,
To Sir, with Love.
May 20, 2010
Apr 29, 2010
Feb 23, 2010
Nov 4, 2009
Nov 3, 2009
"kiss me thru the phone"
oh young aj (map of arkansas written across yr face). please don't go and suffer on our account. we love you, and we really love how you twice refuse to blame joe g. for yr poor performance when pressed. what a yankee.
Oct 12, 2009
rep yr city
It was a total success of a non-holiday (my job hates Italian-Americans and does not choose to recognize their tremendous contributions to New York and Society by letting me stay at home and watch Wendy Williams and The View and paint my nails and take a nap and maybe go out to dinner). An inspiring turn at Bobby's Dept. Store (in furnishings and clothings). Nice weather. Nice neighbors (one of whom thinks we have a future in BCAT). A Baltika at Volna with a view of the sea. A cheerful sweep for the Yank-els (and an introduction to that glamorous Twins coach imaged below). In short: many blessings, birdmen, benefactions, bounties, bonuses, Brooklyns.
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