Your laugh is unconstrained by vanity.
What you say in your sleep is more interesting than 90% of what I hear from other, waking folks.
You’re eager to update me on the status of your bowels and their unfortunately too infrequent movement.
Your eyes tell me the same thing your mouth does.
Those calves. Damn you for having [...]
Meet the New Poop, Same as the Old Poop
I’m pooped, folks. That’s not to say that you’ve any evidence of much activity, but—truth be told—I’m kind of drained. There’s this new fetish for immediacy, for recency, that’s propagated specifically by blogging, and RSS subscription. The archetypal blog is updated at least daily, [...]
She’s pretty.
Twenty-six years ago this very day, the world became a little bigger, and a little brighter. Into its confused but well-meaning arms came a baby girl whose potential for wit, charm, and beauty no one would have a clue. She would make it through a relatively stable, if predictably troubled, childhood with only [...]
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