[Exploring all depths of life.]
Woody Allen, Jerry Seinfeld, and Nicholas Sparks fall into a blender. Bloodbath ensues. Yet when their well-chopped and mixed organs and bones are churned into a liquefied state, throw in some horseradish and a celery stem for a perfect Bloody Mary — pun intended. Once again, my life displays events that coincide so perfectly that…
I. She (The Fiction of it All) There is a blogger I follow, and she’s inspiring to me. I may have mentioned her before–her writing, her style, her romanticism. Her being mentioned may have happened once or several times, but regardless of the quantitative notion she has simply been mentioned. It’s hard to take her seriously, and…
This is a picture of my teddy bear, Benjamin. Its His name is nothing shorter or abbreviated. You’re saying/thinking something right now, and it could be a combination of one or even all of these: You’re 30 years old. Really? Adorable! Eeeeh. What are you trying to prove? That will get you laid. That will not…
