night writer
scratch n sniff tattoos
the everything edible restaurant founded by the same person responsible for edible camping gear.
cloudboarding
the batman iphone app. emits the sonar frequency only bats can hear if you're ever in a tight situation needing to disappear...
papaya ginger crystal icecream with a green tea base.
mead icecream...
sports car inspired wheel chairs. mine shall be hotrod red with sideburns.
ok those are the only ideas i've had for the day. unfortunately i don't have them so much anymore but i think the moose blessed me with his antler magic...
so. apples. we left apples out in the garden for anyone to pick up really. the moose apple cleanup came by to check out the situation which i happened to be a witness to. the good samaritan moose and i entered into a five minute staring contest through a cracked door and i swear his full moon eyes were half the size of my face. i was feeling a suicidal urge to stick my hand out the cracked door since i really didn't want to take my elemental cycling test in ten minutes and no longer was interested in my own fate. it's all part of moose appeal. apple peals. he inched closer and closer until i could feel his fiery moosedragon breath on my palm... and a moment later it was no longer his breath i was feeling but his furry moose snout! the dog ofcourse got jealous of all my moose action and wanted in on it. unfortunately his approach was too aggressive for the curious dashing moose. or perhaps he realized i had no more apples and his work here was done for the day. regardless, alaska magic is alive and well and i feel quite reaffirmed that alaska approves of all my misdeads.
i do go to school, but i prefer to snowboard. i think i've wasted 23 years of my life not participating in this delicious winter sport and do not think it's too late to become the next shaun white. afterall, i've been touched by a moose.
the everything edible restaurant founded by the same person responsible for edible camping gear.
cloudboarding
the batman iphone app. emits the sonar frequency only bats can hear if you're ever in a tight situation needing to disappear...
papaya ginger crystal icecream with a green tea base.
mead icecream...
sports car inspired wheel chairs. mine shall be hotrod red with sideburns.
ok those are the only ideas i've had for the day. unfortunately i don't have them so much anymore but i think the moose blessed me with his antler magic...
so. apples. we left apples out in the garden for anyone to pick up really. the moose apple cleanup came by to check out the situation which i happened to be a witness to. the good samaritan moose and i entered into a five minute staring contest through a cracked door and i swear his full moon eyes were half the size of my face. i was feeling a suicidal urge to stick my hand out the cracked door since i really didn't want to take my elemental cycling test in ten minutes and no longer was interested in my own fate. it's all part of moose appeal. apple peals. he inched closer and closer until i could feel his fiery moosedragon breath on my palm... and a moment later it was no longer his breath i was feeling but his furry moose snout! the dog ofcourse got jealous of all my moose action and wanted in on it. unfortunately his approach was too aggressive for the curious dashing moose. or perhaps he realized i had no more apples and his work here was done for the day. regardless, alaska magic is alive and well and i feel quite reaffirmed that alaska approves of all my misdeads.
i do go to school, but i prefer to snowboard. i think i've wasted 23 years of my life not participating in this delicious winter sport and do not think it's too late to become the next shaun white. afterall, i've been touched by a moose.