It’s spring!
The allergies are worth it. I shit you not, I just sneezed while writing that sentence.
The allergies are worth it. I shit you not, I just sneezed while writing that sentence.
For illustrative purposes, this is NOT what it feels like in my bed, but what it feels like elsewhere in my apartment. I just slept for thirteen hours. Not consecutively, but close enough. It was pretty awesome. Big ups to my electric blanket and my new comforter, which isn’t threadbare like the one I will now banish to the closet because I can’t bear to give it away. Supplemental ups to my jersey-knit sheet and…
Sometimes, Memphis and I get along like an abusive lover and a masochist. This city will kick you when you’re down and then help you up and wipe the blood and spit off your chin. You have to question your sanity when you end up defending the city to everyone you know when they put it down, even when you know Memphis can be really bad for you. You think about leaving it, but you…
I took these photos back in April of 2007, and just a week or so ago I discovered that there’s a whole Flickr group devoted to LP portraits.
blog (n.) an online repository for endless bitching, bad poetry, and pictures of cats that are, on average, never as cute as your own.
I’m clicking through digital pictures taken back in ’03/’04 or so, preparing to burn them to discs and get them off my hard drive. There are lots of pics of ferrets, lots of funny gas-station shots Phil took at Daily’s, and lots of pics of The Kids working and boozin’ it up. I rocked the gold eye shadow back then pretty much every day. Those were good times.
I ripped off an idea I saw on the wire. The problem was that my big pumpkin was not nearly big enough. But, well, you make do with $4 pumpkins from Easy Way, you know? So just pretend that he’s chowing down on the little guy, and not that he has a very sad-looking tumor in his cheek.
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