http://aardvarkartglass.wordpress.com/2008/06/25/hurt-toe/ Just another WordPress.com weblog Wed, 18 Nov 2009 13:22:42 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 http://aardvarkartglass.wordpress.com/2008/06/25/hurt-toe/#comment-561 cathylybarger Thu, 26 Jun 2008 17:55:44 +0000 http://aardvarkartglass.wordpress.com/?p=142#comment-561 That psychology degree is rearing it's ugly head, yes? I didn't think anyone would be able to comment on this one--mostly because there was no point, exactly, on which to comment. Excellent job, pal! That psychology degree is rearing it’s ugly head, yes?
I didn’t think anyone would be able to comment on this one–mostly because there was no point, exactly, on which to comment. Excellent job, pal!

]]> http://aardvarkartglass.wordpress.com/2008/06/25/hurt-toe/#comment-560 sp Thu, 26 Jun 2008 08:47:23 +0000 http://aardvarkartglass.wordpress.com/?p=142#comment-560 I must say, isn't it amazing how one innocent little rod lopper can evoke such powerfull physical and emotional confessions. After all, one would normally think that only full fledged appendages could elicit such deep admissions. Perhaps future psychoanalists could take some cues from this technique. After all our brains do get right persnickity about the most curious of physical slights. All of this must surely prove something, yet still my curious curiosity remains unsated as to what. The rod lopper remains as silent as the passing cyclists. Perhaps only silly letters to future lovers will tell. Perhaps our psychic scrap beckons. Se La Vie (or rather raise a glass to our most vulnerable appendages)... P.S. Thanks for the forum to let loose such whimsy... I must say, isn’t it amazing how one innocent little rod lopper can evoke such powerfull physical and emotional confessions. After all, one would normally think that only full fledged appendages could elicit such deep admissions. Perhaps future psychoanalists could take some cues from this technique. After all our brains do get right persnickity about the most curious of physical slights. All of this must surely prove something, yet still my curious curiosity remains unsated as to what. The rod lopper remains as silent as the passing cyclists. Perhaps only silly letters to future lovers will tell. Perhaps our psychic scrap beckons. Se La Vie (or rather raise a glass to our most vulnerable appendages)…
P.S. Thanks for the forum to let loose such whimsy…

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