Leave our excellent souls/Head for the coast
Now wearing: Faded old blue tee, brown striped pajama bottoms, morning hawk, fresh ink.
Now eating: Nothing.
Now drinking: Mustachio'ed coffee.
Now listening to: Dog snores, cat scratching, boy laughter, the far off tick of the coffee pot. In short, perfection.
Smell like: A&D ointment, coffee, frito feet (James!), bedhead.
Last person who made me smile: A boy zooming by talking about "the first poop of 2011." Ah life, so grand!
Last website visited: Oh My dogsupplies
Leaving for: A second cup, gmail.
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Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats. - H. L. Mencken
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