the other day I offered my friend a nickel for every chick he could find at Bottom of the Hill not wearing brown boots. By the end of the day, he had three nickels.
The plants in our apartment have names, so that way if we kill them, we’ll feel personally responsible. So far it’s worked; Tiger Lily (a large palm-like thing that came with the house and was named by my roommate) and Fernest Hemingway (a staghorn fern, har har) are doing quite well.
I love onomatopoeia in other languages; i.e. spanish “cha-chan” is like the english “ta-daaa”. hah! (ja!)
you know what I love about country music?
They got a song for that.
It doesn’t matter how sad, twisted, or pathetic your situation, some poor country-singin bastard has been there AND written a drawling hit song about it.
Shuz. (/dang girl, nice dumplings)
handmade collage, then messed with in photoshop. shoes from Monocle magazine.