Posts by Sofie Bribiesca
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Ask Antonie "Samurai Sword" Dixon how sympathetic the courts are to a "The upside-down b made me do it, y'ronner" defence.
and it would seem "I was sexually abused"
According to Granny he's now appealing for a third trial for the murders. I mean, seriously, how many times must a jury be confronted by the same nutjob?
As many times as it takes to get it right seriously.
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(it was kind of cute).
A cute ly aware?
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this shot of my cat - closely followed by me dropping the camera and running.
Looks like prep for a boxing match or caught whilst burying. Either way, very good photo :)
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I do not like photos taken of me. Which is too bad, really,
But were they not your sexy little legs I saw in one of your posts re that wee dog you have worked so hard with? Anyway, the nice thing with digital is we delete as we see fit, and 'tis a good skill for which all can learn. :)
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I'd photograph them but they'd get pissy.
I got a good one of my grandmother one year ( no mean feat. I tell you) I thought lovely shot of her in the garden. Instead I got the 90 something coming at me with the spade. I was informed that she believed the spirit is diminished every time a shot of her was stolen. Still, I like the photo, spade an' all.
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Heh. You mean demented wheezing, Sofie?
yehbutnabut. I listened carefully to Stella after and it's definitely a sheesheeshee. She is an expert in the department of laughing displaying a rather large grin with it. :) but ye...p muttley(?)
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given the lyrical content would normally be a little over 3-y.o. level.
linger, she's got Sue Bradford on speed dial!
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Billy Bragg can be that good too. Imho.
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This made me cry, as I sang the song to myself in my head. Beautiful song.
Yes it is. Where I was Friday, one of the guys I spoke with informed me that 1/2 his crew had gone to the concert and one of them admitted he had cried also. It is one of those songs. i get a bit teary with a few of Neil Young's also
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angrier.
Perhaps determined? At the age of 3, I made my first real friend. This girl was 84 and lived down the end of our street. I went to her house for cups of tea. One day she took me down to Mission bay, introduced me to one of her other friends and he took us down underneath the fountain to show us how he made the fountain light up at night. I will never forget that. Sadly, don't think Mrs Page is around now.