May 23
Day off. Flash cards. Might as well make it fun. Because I never did grow up. :-)
The new flops ARE on the table. Whoops! My Agatha would eat them, otherwise. I apologize!
May 21
So… the discussion at hand was guns in schools which prompted me to search for a yearbook photo of my older brother. One that will forever be permanently etched in my head.
It’s printed in black and white and it is him; training his (rifle?) directly at the camera for the (rifle? club) at our high school. He’s 4 yrs older than me, roughly… having been born in 1971.
I guess he must have been a jr. when that “shot” was taken. Thusly, he has that yearbook. Not me.
But my freshman version from 1990 revealed some fun stuff.
A: Even then I gravitated towards hippy-types.
B: The kid that I so admired for his artistic talent, and watched - mesmerized - (rather than drawing upon my own merits). Well, according to FB - is now a 3D senior animator at Disney. Half of his rt. hand pinky was cut off in an accident with a table saw.
C: Go Nathan! I always knew. An inspiration, always.
D: On my day off: Thursday. I shall draw something
E: 🏃:-)
Ad in the parking lot at the mall. I can only imagine that on some level of (even young) cognition this kid is already thinking:
“Um, why in the fuck am I dressed - like this?”
LEEEEROY JENKIIINS!
Yes. This pleases me.
ACCIO CAT.
(Source: pizzastiel, via cynicalbones)
May 6
My dog helps with the litter box cleanup. By eating kitty turds. I like to think of this scenario as a win-win for all involved. Because it is. But she and I do not kiss. Not unless she catches me off-guard.
Not on the mouth.. I kiss her head every damn day.
