Something just bloomed in Nashville that does not love me. Allergies wouldn’t be so bad if there weren’t any symptoms, right?
Seattle author. Stops to smell the flowers. Amateur nerd (I wanna go pro but I haven't found anyone to pay me). Humble hippo enthusiast. queer/bi. they/them.
April 3, 2007 at 6:35 pm
Actually, it loves you very, very, very much. So much that it wants to have sex with you. Well, at least, with your nose…
April 3, 2007 at 6:38 pm
A Tree Grows In Nashville!
…yeah, I got nothing.
April 3, 2007 at 6:44 pm
Hey hey after weeks of playing tons of Cory Branan on my college radio station during my show time, the station manager finally asked where he could get a CD. You should be proud of the monster you created.
April 3, 2007 at 9:46 pm
It is the same thing, perhaps, that is making my eyes burn like scratchy, itchy coals of EVIL. The air is full of pollen and lovely little fluffy bits carrying plant DNA hither and yon on the wind, and if I knew for certain which tree was responsible, I’d burn that fucker down.