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Adventures in 2007's Finale and 2008's Commencement in the OHten



































For the new year, my soliathero, (refer to previous post for definition of aforementioned term) Ghetto Frog, Gavin Alien, and I ventured up to Ohio to bond with some dear friends. Here are a few of the highlights:

B.O.M.A.: (Bar of Modern Art) If bars/clubs were like this in the Natural State, I would go far more often. Set in an old church, it has everything... dancing, lounging, uhh... arting.

Gold digger: A drink of magic containing goldschlagher, vanilla vodka, apple pucker, grenadine, and pineapple juice.

Tang Martini: Orange vodka and the drink o' the 'nauts, yo.

Betty's: Ambiance and a damn good salad.

Thurman's: A Pepperoni pizza burger the size of my face. Enough said gentleman and ladies.

Writing three songs: With Joshua "The Jewish Vulcan" (I am far too complex, brilliant, and mysterious to be so young), Matt (I make piano keys bleed I am that good), and myself I feel we created tres exciting stories set to music that I am stoked to share with the world.

Spending quality time with Jordan, Josh, Eli, and Steph.

Furthering my fall into fandom of the group High Street.

Bonding with my soliathero in new and fascinating ways.

Eating Thai... yumm yumm...


Eating Indian food for the first time: I love Pocahontas. Wait... oops, I do, but that was inappropriate. Damn, I need a new editor. :-0

Falling in love with snow all over again: I want to make out with our skydwelling at first but then all fally down to earth(y) friend.

It was a refreshing beginning to a new year filled with possibilities, collaborative creations, and overall nuttiness for all.

Random Quotes from the trek to the OHten: (Which, by the way no one seems to call it: Screw Wonderful Town, the Musical and its lack of historical significance. Comden and Green... Comden and Green)

Yorke, Thom the Clock!

Kimono, himona, Greek... there you go!

Shi...

...Awkward!

2008: It just sounds so all "I am in the future b@$*& (female doggie dog... dog)! Bow before me." Well, I shall... I am.

May the New Year be a one filled with creation, passion, and discovery.

Floss for it is a fulfilling end to any day, except Thursdays which is weird and I have no reason why Thursday is lower on the fulfillment ratio...and also at first it is gross until you make your gums all manly and such, but still... do it or else suffer gum torture (not like Dentyne held hostage, rather like the weird little teeth holders in the mouth gum...).

You are all and shall always remain poppets of the world, uhh...poppets. :-)

The DASH bids you adieu.

Aside: The DASH is me, in case there was any confusion on the matter. I hate that, just abhore it, but I love the word abhore... what a vicious little circle that one took.

Now The DASH means it.


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