teenage-prostitute-style
today is my dad's birthday (me, him, one of my older brothers, and my baby nephew are all within a few days of each other)–remember what i wrote two years ago on this day? passed out last night, teenage-prostitute-style, on my bed, all lights on, fully-clothed, and it's all because of cascading style sheets and dhtml. sometimes they just fry my brain.
jane, however, sez i'm quality:
