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	2009.04.12  16.19 [Hidden Away From Logan and His Blushing Not-Bride] So I was playing with Baby Esme. She wanted a horsey ride, I did her one better and gave her a lion ride. And maybe I was going a bit quick, but it's a long hallway, and Esme knows to hang on. She's pretty smart. And maybe I took the corner a little fast, but come on, I've taken faster corners. If she slips (and she never has, incidentally, knock on wood or this fake wood grain substitute my desk is made of) I can catch her before she hits the ground. But it doesn't matter, because she didn't slip. And never does. So there. Anyway, to make a long story short, we ran into Daddy. And as it turns out, We Do Not Take Daddy's Little Princess Around Corners At Double-Digit Speeds. I think the only thing that saved me from a serious mauling was the fact that Esme was laughing her little head off, and Logan didn't want to get my blood on her clothes. So yeah. Maybe I should limit the fun and games to fetch. Ahem.

	2009.04.02  14.47 Look, guys, I'm Lara Croft! "Bloody buggering Hell, Mr. Logan. Cups of tea and scones. On your back and think of England! Pip pip, cheerio, bangers and mash."

	2009.01.05  03.00 Here's a question for you. A philosophical question. A question, in fact, for the ages. Ages, gentle reader. Ages. So let's say that you're in a pool or a hot tub with a lady. She's wearing a one piece, you're wearing trunks. Or if you're a lady, you're in the one piece and he's in the trunks. Or if you're a gay lady, two one pieces, and a gay dude, two trunkses. You're really focusing too much on the clothing. So you're in this hot tub/pool environment, and you start smooching. Then you start smooching a bit heavier, and you move onto something that allows you to sit, and she's on your lap. Now, my question, friends, is this: when you're both soaking wet, is it still dry humping?

	2008.12.07  19.39 I think it's time to bust out the Santa hat! And the mistletoe belt, of course. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas... everywhere you blow...

	2008.10.19  03.06 So, trick or treating this year. I think it should happen. People say to me, "Gar, you're twenty-some, why are you going out?" The answer is simple, my friends. I look young. And I love candy. In that order. I'm going as the Jolly Green Giant. It's very skimpy, so there's fanservice. Service for my fans. And my girlfriend. Hey, Rosie-doll. So yeah. Anyone else?

	2008.07.09  00.21 ( Rosalina )

	2008.06.27  00.24 ( Rosie )

	2008.05.21  00.21 Two things. First, happy birthday, Rosie! Don't do anything I wouldn't do, and if you can find anything I wouldn't do, please direct my attention to it immediately. I left your present back in the real world, but I'll find another one. Secondly, is anyone else concerned by the fact that our wild west adventure has become a medieval adventure has become a gangster ridden city of whatnot?

	2008.04.24  13.13 Wheeeee! ( The Frost Sisters, Specifically The Two Of Which I Actually Like ) ( Doctor Bitch Throat McCutty )

	2008.03.26  01.20 Attention! The New York University Tisch School of the Arts (oy that's a mouthful, as the actress said on the casting couch) is putting on The Producers. Are we excited? You should be. Get that way. Go on. I'm looking your way. Ladies. Anyway. The important point I'm trying to make is that I'm going to be acting my brains out in this play, and I expect a full audience. I don't care if you don't know me. I don't care if you hate all Verdant-Americans. You racist bastard. Put your butt in the seat.

	2008.03.08  01.48 Ladies, rejoice! Lesbian ladies, mourn. The Mean Green Love Machine is Y-chromosome enabled once more. Dig this manly mane. Ladies love a dude with a mane.

	2008.03.03  13.38 Check me out! I'm like Jade, but with better tits! Man, I want to motorboat myself. This is awesome. Jumping jack time!

	2008.02.14  22.02 ( For Rose )

	2008.02.03  21.26 Hey Rose. Haven't heard from you much. You doing okay over there?