i don’t wear it, but i post it. not always, but… i try to show off my sunday best when i remember
“it’s not that I take things for granted. It’s just that, well, sometimes, things grow ordinary.
“How the hell could a person enjoy being awakened at 6:30AM, by an alarm clock,
What are we missing? And, why has it left? And what do you want? These
Driving at the speed limit, today. Not that it matters. So many palm trees
And, I love these trails for what they are. I wonder if they feel the
yes, i repeat myself. it’s just me wanting you to remember. (or to quote me!!!)
Cookies and milk make her a happy Boubou! (cereal for dinner and cookies for breakfast.
a sunday besties-blues… and reds and pinks… the good people around us make all the
Sometimes… you don’t know what you need until , well, until you see it. Our
a sunday quatre heures… yum….but careful with the crunchy trinkets.
welcome. don’t drag bad vibes, though. that long train won’t fit here. no need to
when all else fails … go into denial. claim insanity. lock your doors. roll your