tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21634138.post6376379128990591441..comments2023-11-02T08:26:17.556-07:00Comments on Nonlinear Girl: Eight It Upnonlineargirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05414675024101618604noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21634138.post-24723049680420270642007-07-15T16:14:00.000-07:002007-07-15T16:14:00.000-07:00Hm. I'll do it. Does that mean you have to leave m...Hm. I'll do it. Does that mean you have to leave me a comment? I can think of 8 things, surely. Or maybe some other product of powers of primes.Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12350513605913924754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21634138.post-35680881522804686272007-07-12T08:48:00.000-07:002007-07-12T08:48:00.000-07:00Crack weevil. Ha!The wig is made more stunning in...Crack weevil. Ha!<BR/><BR/>The wig is made more stunning in how it offsets the pink skirt/violet sweater ensemble. <BR/><BR/>As for blogs over which I obsess, um, yours?p-manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04197167912580594944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21634138.post-43244546632025656492007-07-11T16:49:00.000-07:002007-07-11T16:49:00.000-07:00I've never even had a massage. I think I'm due. Bu...I've never even had a massage. I think I'm due. But I feel too guilty. "We're not massage-getting people!" I can hear my mom say...<BR/><BR/>So. I'll go to the museum with you. But only if you wear the green wig. And I can take Polaroids of you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21634138.post-49626017628835966172007-07-10T21:14:00.000-07:002007-07-10T21:14:00.000-07:00yes'm.yes'm.Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14163363926316904033noreply@blogger.com