Nick: we keep running police briefs that refer to those coke bottles used to make meth as “labs” and it’s pissing me off it’s like calling my scrotum a babymaking lab me: HA aren’t they called shake-n-bakers or something? not your balls although … Nick: yeah me: yeah
Councilman Chuckles’ time in the political spotlight, as his supportive core bloc seemingly seemed to turn on him immediately and — in many ways — rot his political future, was short and sweet. Seizing his opportunity at the spotlight, one Congressman Cackleface — a loose cannon — has entered the pumpkinlitical sphere. Also when I went to check on Congressman Cackleface just now, I caught the neighbor’s dog totally making out with my sprinkler. Mmm,…
In three words: Sniff, chomp, MORE? This inevitable chain of events poses an obvious challenge to my desire to overwinter some of my annuals. Le sigh.
These mums came from mom’s garden, where they lived happily as perennials. Hopefully they will find my dirt to be as hospitable. It’s hard to believe I’ve kept this going for 30 weeks. I’ll be sad when the last bloom of the year falls.
I have some hack-and-slash Photoshoppery for you: I hope no one else beat me to it, but that whole collective consciousness thing leads me to believe someone probably did.
I am having a super productive run lately. Got several commissioned photography projects I’m working on — including my first official Etsy sale! — that are keeping me occupied. I’m putting new and interesting things in the ground thanks to saraclark, and I can’t wait to see them shine next spring and summer. I am seeing more of my friends these past few days than I have in the past half year. I am behind on…
Sometimes I wish I could get back the outlook on life I had when this album was spinning nonstop in my car in high school. I thought I had things figured out. That was a long, long time before I realized that I will never have much of anything figured out. Anything.
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