self portrait with looch. right after clocking in to work.
self portrait with looch. right after clocking in to work.
now i officially will never get anything done
Why I love Mark Trail
Dear All-Star Game,
It is midnight, I want to watch a movie, but feel committed to your inevitable (and eventual?) end because I was here for the beginning. I really want to watch a movie. A good movie that I’ve been wanting to see. It’s called Sanjuro.
I’m pretty sure the film will be more entertaining than a four hour exhibition baseball game, but as I said before; I am hanging onto you whether I like it or not. Now I am even questioning my use of semicolons. See what you do to me.
Here’s the deal. You end in the next five minutes. A home run. Sacrifice fly. Anything, please. In return I will….see that was a pop up for the third out. Clearly you just hate me. And America. We need sleep.
I don’t even know what to say to you right now. I have to go.
Beyun
My niece turned two last week.
My hairs is gone.
Currently reading this. It is terrifying and also some of the best writing I have come across in a while.
Why my boss is not voting for Obama:
“Why don’t black people like to sleep?”
“……..*sigh*…….why?”
“Because the last one had a dream got SHOT!”
“…”
“It’s true!”
My dad likes ice cream