well, tonight was a personal mind fuck.
i went to see my friends do a show called recipe. there were...
The best prospect would be a circle of friend-followers who entertain my web pursuits. I might get a few likes, and maybe a reblog. An...”
I needed a study break last night and watched Tyler Perry’s Temptation. Now I don’t know pathophysiology.
I should’ve just had some Jägers.
Listening to guitarists who just met will leave you in an Open D depression.
Popeye’s will accurately lead you to believe Louisiana kitchens smell like a bouquet of fried poultry, seafood, and socioeconomic disparity.
My mudroom mirror is a quality control check point - not for “How do I look?” vanity, but for “Did I remember to put on pants?” affirmation.
Facebook can meme-escalate the Obama-Putin situation all it wants, but Apollo Creed’s death at the hands of Ivan Drago still chills my soul.
Chobani, bani, bo-bani,
Me: So this is gonna help me poop, right?