April 2005
3 posts
children, pull on your tights and give them hell.
Why do people keep telling me to store things behind my ears? Have I been missing out on one of nature’s pockets?
I hate being downstairs while the dishwasher is running. Its sounds like the noise my brain makes when I’m about to make horrible social blunder. I try not to care, I really do. But still, that noise.
Jay: “You know, if you stop coughing, you won’t be sick...
bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.
(… drunk in North Beach …)
Jay: “How’s work?”
Mom: “This bread. I mean, the wine is very nice.”
Jay: “…”
Mom: “What?”
The North Beach Restaurant is amazing as always and the owner, Lorenzo, is wonderful to us.
We had a waiter who is more than just a little mental. My father and I have known him for a while and we’ve...
don't ditch the hippies.
Sunset Opener at Stafford Lake
I failed at taking any decent pictures. I napped instead. I realized I was failing halfway through the nap. “Motherfucker,” I mumbled. Then I went back to sleep.
Then it got cold.