Some of this is life that feels like work and a lot of this is work that feels like life and I’m never really sure which of it is ever in balance anyway. Sometimes i think time was invented so we don’t explode from it all happening at once.
plus – for the record:
the best album of 1985 – hands down and no contest – was definitely Rum, Sodomy and the Lash.
i’m a lover, not a fighter – that means we’ve never been rivals and there’s no competition.
Chucks are as groovy now as they were in high school, plus you can get bees on em these days.
i’m impressed as all hell that Neal Stephenson wrote the Baroque Cycle longhand on yellow legal pads.
why does nobody else call them ‘tens of thousands’ and why would you pick anything but chocolate?
it’s the difference between socio path and sociopath, you know? you gotta mind the gap.
definitely terriers. Especially Scotties. If I ever find a blind mini Bull Terrier again on the Rescue page he’s coming home with me. Period. Done.
passionfruit, probably. or maybe custard apple. or mango mixed with coconut. i can’t decide.
that whale shark in the Seychelles on the most-of-the-way-round.
Cumby’s makes pretty great ice cream, sure, but I do miss me some Biggie Iggy’s.
i have no idea, mostly because whatever. It’s smoother that way, and i prefer it smooth.