It’s a bald-eagle-palooza outside my office window! Also, I’m hungry.
It’s knickers season!
“I’ve got a little black book with me poems in.”
Girl Scout cookies are stalking me.
WWJDD — What would Jefferson Davis do? Answer: Secede.
Every morning should smell like cinnamon.
Didn’t think Labor Day could get more fun, but looks like it has. Register early. http://gatewaycup.com/schedule.html
Going to the market on a weekday afternoon, you have to expect that little old women will judge the contents of your cart with their eyes.
There is an internet conspiracy to force me to revisit Eddie Money.
Five-day-forecast can piss off.
I don’t feel faster.
Imagining a world without DHCP [shudder].
Officially relinquishing my nerd membership card … never heard of Watchmen until last week.
Just found a Magnificat in the shitter. Hope whoever left it there can find there way to enlightenment without it.
I always shave my right leg first.