After a While, Cynicism Gets Boring
I like my coffee the way I like the souls of the weak and the innocent: absorbed into my system quickly, to keep me going until dawn breaks and I must scurry back to my unholy bed. Continue reading
I like my coffee the way I like the souls of the weak and the innocent: absorbed into my system quickly, to keep me going until dawn breaks and I must scurry back to my unholy bed. Continue reading
This is not just a theory, this is official Science: A house full of teenagers is louder than a house not full of teenagers. Continue reading
It’s important every now and then to notice that you’re having a life. Most of us only get one, and the No Returns policy is very firm. Continue reading
I’m home, surrounded by family. The dogs are overexcited because a) they were sure again this time I was never coming back. and b) I smell like New and Different. Continue reading
I love the sound of happy profile viewers. It warms my cockles. Which is good, because I have ice-cold cockles. Continue reading
Okay, it’s been a great night. We laughed until you cried, and then I kept laughing for a little while. Then I stopped, because you were looking at me funny. Continue reading