138 years ago today, Chicago started burning to the ground. There was quite an orange glow on the horizon on the night of the 8th, and not just from the lamps in the windows of the Levee district!
GDP - Funny, I never even think about my own apartment number. I suppose it would say that I'm small, covered in black, and very hard to see unless you're looking hard. Hey, wait.
And no, I don't have my 365 yet! It's kind of driving me mad.
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Roooxxxxaaannnnne....
A wonderful way to cheer up a man who has the most catarrhic of headcolds. Thank you, Therese.
I'm off to find some loose change. I could use a dance.
The Sunset of number displays. Would make a great 365, swan song of sorts.
Flirty, feminine, lovely. Should make us all wonder what our house numbers say about us.
138 years ago today, Chicago started burning to the ground. There was quite an orange glow on the horizon on the night of the 8th, and not just from the lamps in the windows of the Levee district!
Red lights are always a crowd pleaser. You're welcome, Radge.
GDP - Funny, I never even think about my own apartment number. I suppose it would say that I'm small, covered in black, and very hard to see unless you're looking hard. Hey, wait.
And no, I don't have my 365 yet! It's kind of driving me mad.
Designslinger - Thanks for the bit of history. All because Mrs. O'Leary's cow kicked over that damn lantern.
Pinkerton and the madama
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