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My newest nephew arrived slightly ahead of schedule on 14 March, 2006. That’s his big brother Preston with him in the picture. Word on the street is he is way cuter than your new nephew, son, daughter, grandchild… sorry, but us Levie’s are cute people, what can I say?
The chocolate fountainhead really does deserve some explanation, but frankly I don’t think I can do the story its due justice. Suffice it to say that if you were the lucky recipient of a chocolate fountain this year, I have one word for you: re-gift.
Originally uploaded by larslevie.
Yet more proof that in LDS Utah it is not okay to remain single after the age of 30.
… explain to me how this happens? My ice cubes have growths. Why?
So, I’m officially mad. Not in the oh my god I’m being consumed by water bugs but not really kind of mad. But the CompUSA has had my camera in for repair for two months now and it’s still not fixed yet kind of mad. Yeah, you read that — two months. Two months is long enough for me to be visibly pregnant (if that were biologically possible at this stage in the human experience, and thank the Lord it’s not). Enough time for a presidential recount to go from the voters, through the Florida state courts and on to the Supreme Court of the United States (and that’s government work, people).
WHERE IS MY CAMERA COMPUSA? They don’t know. They hate me for taking advantage of the extended warranty my Dad bought when he got me the camera a year ago. My theory is that my camera is sitting on a shelf in the bowels of CompUSA on 57th Street, tagged with a sign saying, “Ignore me.”
My life is an empty shell of picture-less depression because of you, CompUSA. I hope you are happy!
Great photographs of the London Underground, of which funnily enough, a large portion is not.
For no other reason that I love her and she deserves more publicity. For those of you who are interested, this picture was taken in Prague, Spring of 2003. Katie is sitting on her bed.
Stevie and me at his going away party, 15. January 2005.
During the early party of The Giant NYC Blizzard of 2005 That Indirectly Ruined the C Train and Thus My Life.
