View Larger This is my sister.
On her wedding day (4/2/12).
When asked if she would take him to be her lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, etc, her response was:
“Hell yeah I do!”
clacking teeth
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This is what happens when you eat Carne Asada fries from Roberto’s and then stay up until midnight sitting around doing nothing. Clearly it’s equivalent to being drunk.
(It’s a roll of raffle tickets that have been telescoped first into a Devo hat and then a megaphone/dunce cap)
The Night of Fortday: First Friday and On.
I wait for the flame to burst upwards,
It brings warmth and comfort while we wait.
We become the gate as people walk through the line.
Window, order, and she pays since I’m broke.
Ashamed.
Bite and balsamic.
Her pulled pork was clearly the best one.
The Gypsy Den yields two rings.
Vintage dresses in the street.
Electric Lemonade on the way to the car.
Detour to beef jerky.
Bites of ice cream at hers.
We say goodbye.
I do so hesitantly.
Fifteen minutes pass by and I already miss her.
View Larger I may or may not have chipped my tooth after the lady and I accidentally bumped heads. And mouths. And teeth.
View Larger PANGUR! I’m trying to read, please stop laying down on top of my book. Sherlock Holmes takes precedent over your pettings.
There’s nothing like hopping into bed and having it already be warm for you.
I love my cats.
One of my oldest memories:
I was lying in the back seat, staring up through the window at night while lights passed by. I said something along the lines of “Look at the angels!” and this took place in some city in Colorado.
It was slightly rainy, drops on the window.
I don’t even know what to tell you guys right now.
Life is just superb.
My post-work meal? Twinkies and Coke. I swear that there’s a fat person hidden somewhere under this body. Or diabetes.
Probably the latter.
