SHOUTY, CAPSY THINGS
May your sails always be filled with whatever floats your boat.
My sails? Are exhausted. Send bourbon and a pillow.
My sails? Are exhausted. Send bourbon and a pillow.
Posts I Like
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Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
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southern hospitality!
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Man I need a nap.
I’m sitting at my desk and all I want to do is lay my head down and sleep for about 24 hours. I also just realized that I will most...
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Hello blog world.
Can I say I don’t like the word blog? It just rolls off the tongue so strangely and connotes disgust. Anyway, I have decided that...
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Oh my god, people under the age of… um… ? I don’t know? Just… stop following me, young children. There is nothing for you here.
Especially when you live in Indianapolis, Indiana. It’s like a schoolyard fight, but with worse grammar and less intellectual clarity.
My soul dies a little each time I read them. But every day I do. THAT’S masochism.
