Foiled! Sarah B., now who am I gonna tag? (Actually, I guess I should be saying it to Maggie. hehe)
I can't very well tag you again? Now, I have to come up with someone else and I don't read much on the Internet anymore.
That's it, I give up.
I ain't taggin' no one.
How odd, you comment engine thingy told me I couldn't use the word "on line" (as on word) is that dirty now? Where I been?
i can always tell when you've linked to me, sarah, because people look at my website. and then i get all slightly alientated.
So glad that you're back, if only in list form.
Is it really pathetic that never having been tagged feels kind of like not being picked for some sports team in grade school, except worse, because I hate sports?
I've been a lurker on your blog for a little while. I don't even remember now how I found you - but anyone who quotes Arrested Development is A-OK in my book...so I bookmarked ya.
So, imagine my surprise when I saw you lived in Tulsa (which I do). Imagine even MORE of my surprise when I saw your Sandusky address, as I just moved from a house on Sandusky (though closer to 11th).
Small world, eh? Maybe one day I'll escape the clutches of Tulsa, too. *I swear I'm not stalking*
not it.
it's okay, sarah; i've only been to canada and mexico. this with friends who travel out of the country on a regular basis - send me a postcard from india! send me a postcard from argentina! ... so anyway, get your passport & go to brazil already. :)
ha! when am i gunta get tapped? i totally need filler. (clearly.)
Going on 35 and ALSO never vacationed out of the country. By the time I have the means to do so (with family), Capt. Idiot will have fucked it all up!
I wish we had a hippie pizza parlour.
It was pretty sweet. Like one time my customer skipped on the check, and when I told my manager, he was like, "Maaaan, bummer. Crew pie, everyone. Crew pie."
Hey! You have a flickr thing. Fancy pants.
Oh! Harold and Maude. Classic.
Christ that pizza sounds good.
Man, I almost forgot about Hideaway Pizza. Damn, now I want the Pizza of the Gods (I think that was the pizza you described). I lived in Oklahoma for five years and it was the only redeemable food I remember.
FBOFW.com is one of the best parts of my morning. It makes me giddy to see what is going to happen next. I feel like I grew up with those kids, ya know?
Wait, you got to live in the boys' dorm? Lucky.