The most recent thing I’ve Googled for my novel:
Guess Who? game rules. Eggsellent. (And also a little sad that I couldn’t remember them off the top of my head.)
The most recent thing I’ve Googled for my novel:
Guess Who? game rules. Eggsellent. (And also a little sad that I couldn’t remember them off the top of my head.)
6:25 pm
Bed. Eating bowl of chocolate ice cream. I’ve always wondered why people stray away from the good, classical things in life in favor of Moose Tracks and liposuction and movie remakes like the new Footloose that’s coming. Whatever happened to the idea of the classic beauty? The classic car? The classic literature? Granted, they are all quite snooze-festy, but it’s not the point to enjoy them. It’s about letting others know that you’re classic enough to enjoy a good classic. Like chocolate ice cream. And reruns of Step By Step on cable.
Bed. Eating bowl of chocolate ice cream. I’ve always wondered why people stray away from the good, classical things in life in favor of Moose Tracks and liposuction and movie remakes like the new Footloose that’s coming. Whatever happened to the idea of the classic beauty? The classic car? The classic literature? Granted, they are all quite snooze-festy, but it’s not the point to enjoy them. It’s about letting others know that you’re classic enough to enjoy a good classic. Like chocolate ice cream. And reruns of Step By Step on cable.
– not-yet-titled novel I’m attempting to craft
My month of November. Gracious.
Options for my future let’s-make-it-so-big-it-takes-up-an-entire-WALL bookshelf. I dig it.
It’s fairly gross outside today, and this picture I took last spring is doing well to warm up my bones.
Feeling WICKED
See you there, bad boys and girls!!!!
NJ Confession
- SL: Well, you know, I fist pump probably once a week.
- Friend: Don't ever say that again.
- SL: What? I do.
- Friend: Don't ever say that again.
