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I don't want to do it again, but I would like to do it differently.
It's raining and a blimp with a video screen just floated by my apt like I live in goddamn Blade Runner.
I have decided that once I'm done with this job (soon, very soon) the only other job I will accept is feeding and playing with otters.
Hey people who slip into a restaurant and say "oh we just made it" just as the door's about to be locked, nobody likes you. NOBODY!
Twitter was invented for people who would read the back of the same shampoo bottle over and over while sitting on the toilet.
I think I'm going to start listening to voices in my head. They give good advice like eat more veggies, read more books, murder neighbor.
The upstairs neighbor is training her elephants how to Double Dutch. Super early morning sessions are a must.
Checked the TV listings through midnight tonight so that's my weekend in a nutshell. Bathing and dressing are optional. Drinking? Well...?
I'm sad today because I have nothing to complain about.
I have a tiny blemish on the tip of my nose that I cannot leave alone. Now I'm being headhunted to lead a sleigh on Xmas Eve.
South Florida does have four seasons. March-bro invasion June-hurricanes Sept-jellyfish stings and we're headed into Poutine season- my fav!
Too tired to brush my teeth so I'll just go to bed with frozen thin mint cookie in my mouth. It's ok though my father in law is a dentist.
People pointing out things that are played out is played out.
Fact: Elvis Presley Blues by Gillian Welch is gorgeous and perfect.
Also, I have nothing pierced, tatooted, branded, gauged, etc. no wonder everyone thinks I'm a bore.
Every time I see a coconut bobbing in the ICW I think it's a severed human head. I'm going to be right one of these days. Knock wood.
Middle aged adolescent. I'm not making duck face, I'm making cow snout.