A multiple sclerosis blog.
I don't seem to recall volumes of wayward everyday writing floating about Chambana like so many textual tumbleweeds, yet you find, like, six a day just laying on the ground. Do you need a trained eye to spot them, or has C-U become much, much messier in the last three years?
They blow in the wind here! I have backlogs!
How do vernacular forms circulate? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind . . . .
My nomination for most disturbing line is when she talks about her "daughter-in-law." Everyone deserves to be in love, of course, but I seriously thought I was reading a note dropped by a Centennial High School student.