confessions-of-a-tangled-mind

This is where I rant about seemingly unimportant things. I assure you they seemed important at the time.

Monday, April 23, 2007

12:23am

my grandmother passed. ...

Posted by manic hispanic at 12:46:00 AM  

Labels: soul doubt, tired hands, tragedy

|


Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Comment Feed (RSS)

About Me

My photo
manic hispanic
Seattle, Washington, United States
I'm a tiny dancer, VGI, knitter extraordinaire, faux fashionista, feminazi, skirt-wearing rebel rouser!
View my complete profile

She's Leaving Home

Blog Archive

  • ►  2010 (18)
    • ►  March (7)
    • ►  February (7)
    • ►  January (4)
  • ►  2009 (7)
    • ►  December (3)
    • ►  November (4)
  • ►  2008 (26)
    • ►  August (1)
    • ►  July (3)
    • ►  June (4)
    • ►  April (3)
    • ►  March (4)
    • ►  February (7)
    • ►  January (4)
  • ▼  2007 (77)
    • ►  December (1)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  October (8)
    • ►  September (7)
    • ►  August (8)
    • ►  July (6)
    • ►  June (5)
    • ►  May (10)
    • ▼  April (11)
      • why is my baby cousin so dern cute?
      • califonia dreaming. ...
      • 12:23am
      • hindsight and beyond
      • a shout out to my homies in Riga
      • ted leo rx
      • spring chick chat
      • at the end of the longest hangover...
      • these mitzvahs i have done
      • easter sunday funday
      • In lighter news...
    • ►  March (6)
    • ►  February (8)
    • ►  January (6)
  • ►  2006 (22)
    • ►  December (2)
    • ►  November (6)
    • ►  October (12)
    • ►  September (2)

Stuff I Like

  • Flickr pix
  • Semantics King Jr
  • News and views on playing Indian
  • 1 angry, 2 angry, 3 angry Indians
  • What's a riot grrrl?
  • Bust Magazine
  • Maassive Dave
  • cousin coquette

View My Stats