On the way home today I passed by an old fellow in a striped shirt, sailor cap, manpris and orange jacket. He had a bright white Santa beard on his face and an undeployed rainbow umbrella tucked into his arm. Also a huge joint hanging from his mouth. Maybe it’s uncharacteristically Pollyanna of me to say this, but it comforts me to know that, eventually, if you’re lucky, you can reach...
A list of things 2011 has brought me so far;
Vegas No hangover I CAN SORT OF THROW DARTS Y’ALL(!) ~12 hours of traffic One of those hours was sitting in a parking lot after getting gas, js js. A freak snowstorm A floor of catfood because Kitten is big enough to drag entire bags of food all over the house and can also chew huge holes into them A gas fire in my kitchen