My coffee maker is DTB. (Taken with Instagram)
I feel like there’s a good joke to be made about “Word with friends”, but I can’t settle on the right one:
“Words with friends with benefits”
“Words with benefits”
“Words, with friends with benefits”
and other combinations of punctuation.
When I was a kid, I went to Latin Camp. She was my best friend, and she also went to Latin Camp. Because, when you’ve gone to Latin Camp the only person who can be your best friend is someone else who has also gone to Latin Camp.
Serious ass-kicking violin playing.
Already up 4 hours and it’s only 9am. Gonna be a long day.
Imperial Pub (via r@veneyes)
The nice lady at Octane Coffee gave me a band-aid for my busted knuckle.
About I Broke My Hip Tumblring
Dave likes to tumble.
He also likes email. If you want to talk to him, you can email him at otherdave at gmail dot com.
Fig Newton and I, surrounded by farts.
9 days. Still going… Well, I wouldn’t say strong, but I’m going. I’ve cried every day for pretty much no reason, but I’m so fucking proud of myself.
I’m doing it!
I’ve had a couple of minor panic attacks, one good cry and 3 withdrawal headaches, but I’m doing it. Feeling better...
Mom passed away Tuesday morning, at home, not hooked up to any machines, not on any pain meds (she wasn’t in pain). It only sinks in when my brain...
