That's one awkward headline. When I first read that, I thought it meant that the 10-year-old was doing the enslaving.
In the last couple of weeks, I've managed to break the glass on my mp3 player and my cell phone. The crazy thing is that the glass in the mp3 player broke when I had the damn thing in my MOUTH. I was carrying about forty things when I was trying to open the front door of my apartment, and apparently I thought my mouth was a good holding spot while I fumbled with my keys. Amazing.
Damn, I just remembered that I forgot to go to the mall in Birmingham on Saturday to pelt Gene Simmons with rocks and garbage. heres2bsilly hipped me to the fact that he was going to be there signing a new KISS perfume or some shit, and I had all sorts of nefarious plans for his foul ass. But I fergitted.
I found my cousin Natalie's Flickr page last night when I was browsing Starkville photos. She's got some really nice pictures of everything from rural Mississippi churches to Eudora Welty's House to Paris cemeteries to GoatRoast '94. She's a cool lady. Looks like she's staying busy in her retirement.
OK, don't say I never posted ya nothing.