Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way at some flawed place in the iron dark of the world.
Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses
Foggy day in Chicago, but the bean still has high definition clarity.
Waiting in line to get our h1n1 vacinations. My sister doing a scared face, invoking the most fear she could.
Hayden kissing girls on Heroes = higher ratings. Seriously? Stupid.
Turning 10 is hard to do
Heroes = mega lame
A carnival? Seriously? So predictable
And now a compass. What???
It’s always sunny!!!!!!
The death of love is despair
The death of despair is love
To complete the cycle you need it all
Cleaned out the garage yesterday and found my old kick ball. This sucker hasn’t been used in like 10 years.
