when the spacecraft came down I was left on the ground
I have been gone for a while. But while I was gone I learned how to make the perfect caramel (lemon juice prevents crystallization and obviates the need for invert sugar, i.e. hfcs) and duck confit (fat, baby). I bought a Creative Zen Vision:M (that is way too much incorrect punctuation for me to be happy with, but, hey, iPod). I also decided that I hate working in an office. Fuck that shit. Every time that I scoot myself closer to my desk on my roller chair without getting up, my soul dies a little.
Give me dirt and the sun rising in my eyes.
Oh, PS. It's just possible that I might have Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. Fucking deer ticks. I mean, I know - hypochondria, etc. But that's a pretty big mark.
Give me dirt and the sun rising in my eyes.
Oh, PS. It's just possible that I might have Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. Fucking deer ticks. I mean, I know - hypochondria, etc. But that's a pretty big mark.