http://people.tribe.net/c2a3141d-1eab-472f-9b6b-d1eea40d65ea/blog Tribe.net. Local Connections http://people.tribe.net/c2a3141d-1eab-472f-9b6b-d1eea40d65ea/blog/2258bb49-5972-4eef-b7b4-056372965a73 <a href="http://people.tribe.net/c2a3141d-1eab-472f-9b6b-d1eea40d65ea/blog/2258bb49-5972-4eef-b7b4-056372965a73"> <img class=" picThumb" src="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/910/26f/91026f5b-5bff-4a16-a183-98004b4c12b5.thumb" width="58" height="78" alt="" /> </a> <div>Content, calm, Finding my own. Then tap, tap tap with your dirty, gnawed back, to the midth fingerbed, you grasp at my shoulder with your sweaty, shaking palm. Trying to disturb everything. Unlike a gentlemen, you didn't bother to throw your coat down. You fell and tripped, instead. Nonetheless, my feet remain clean and dry. Did you think it would have turned out any other way? Seriously!!!!!!</div> Tue, 17 Apr 2007 20:44:13 GMT http://people.tribe.net/c2a3141d-1eab-472f-9b6b-d1eea40d65ea/blog/2258bb49-5972-4eef-b7b4-056372965a73 jenny 2007-04-17T20:44:13Z