tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post2080044227225639896..comments2010-03-26T08:26:47.297-04:00Jonah K. Haslaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00146984421653461218noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-37571041034822650482010-03-26T08:26:47.281-04:002010-03-26T08:26:47.281-04:00MLB-Bedding.com has best selection of <a href="http://www.mlb-bedding.com" rel="nofollow">MLB Bedding, MLB Baseball Bedding, Mlb Logo Bedding, mlb team bedding</a> with huge Discounts. MLB Bedroom gear, baseball blankets, baseball Pillows, Comforters, Valance.RAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15517977144598298636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-13789085796288573532008-04-13T00:57:00.000-04:002008-04-13T00:57:00.000-04:00I agree with HeartinSF. That was quite a closer.<BR/><BR/>What's striking me most is how universal those feelings of college angst are, no matter the circumstances. When you describe that loneliness, this straight, Irish/Finnishy Montanan remembers clearly the exact same feelings.<BR/><BR/>Except I could've probably gotten the snow globe up someone's ass, if pressed.<BR/><BR/>Side note: all the Republicans who would move to South Carolina as fetuses never get there because they're aborted.<BR/><BR/>I have no idea why, for the second time this week, I'm trying to crack fetus jokes. What's gotten into me?<BR/><BR/>A fetus?Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03227519811818290510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-26735004346578790422008-04-11T22:43:00.000-04:002008-04-11T22:43:00.000-04:00Seriously... I just stumbled upon your blog and I'm convinced after reading ONE post that you MUST write a book. Neil Diamond...and Babs... such a sad song... such a sad ending to your post....Grim Reality Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02080844233014641611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-42966896586970395962008-04-11T20:13:00.000-04:002008-04-11T20:13:00.000-04:00Jonah, you're a lawyer. You deal in blood, not milk.heartinsanfranciscohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-58212342257088110472008-04-11T15:59:00.000-04:002008-04-11T15:59:00.000-04:00Red -- from your lips to God's ears. Or Satan's. I'm not picky.<BR/><BR/>Heart -- yes, I am, though don't tell anyone at work. There's milk yet to be had out of this.Jonah K. Haslaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00146984421653461218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-21575520475419882412008-04-11T00:07:00.000-04:002008-04-11T00:07:00.000-04:00That may be the saddest closing line since Tennessee Williams penned, "Blow out your candles, Laura."<BR/><BR/>God did not go to college with me either. Not a single class. Probably too stoned, but I could have used the support. <BR/><BR/>So does this mean you're feeling better now?heartinsanfranciscohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-55905476747520226592008-04-10T21:01:00.000-04:002008-04-10T21:01:00.000-04:00..."1 degree away from being a tenement." Johah, soooo funny! <BR/>I can't tell you how many times I LOLed at this brilliant post. <BR/>When is your book coming out??!!RED MOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14724459820113337438noreply@blogger.com