throat
"Uh oh, my throat is starting to hurt," me.
"Have you been kissing boys?" Evie.
foux de fa fa
"Uh oh, my throat is starting to hurt," me.
"Have you been kissing boys?" Evie.
Posted by heathen at 3:45 PM 4 comments
My most brilliant thoughts come at night, when I rotate positions in my little bed every five seconds, when the sounds on the road once muted are now sounds in my ears, when thoughts are swimming in my head and I'm turning them over and over in completely illogical succession. The house is silent; no one is about in the house, moving chairs, laughing loudly at nextdoor neighbors, or playing video games at ridiculous volumes, because daylight savings didn't affect others the way it did me (and we don't have an extra guitar anymore for Guitar Hero - thank you, Coby). I jolt. These are my thoughts.
Why oh why do we pronounce:
Posted by heathen at 8:06 AM 1 comments
so much funnier when you get them. Even if it is 7 months later.
Think: tennis balls, John McEnroe, Park City, Sundance, Brokeback Mountain
Posted by heathen at 9:18 AM 0 comments
Every year these little morsels of delight make an appearance on the shelves my local grocery store, and what can I do? Nothing. I am a victim to their charm, good looks, and smoooooth coercison. Mmmm.
Posted by heathen at 1:56 PM 3 comments
Mike Meyers said it best: "I'm smitten. I'm in deep smit."
Posted by heathen at 10:33 AM 3 comments