Dog fort and I just lounging about, reading. I have to pee but why get up?
listen to all the wolverine blues covers.
There’s this book, Giraffe, written by J.M. Legard. The story tells a real tale of forty-nine giraffes who are slaughtered by Czechoslovakian police in hazmat suits. Arguably one of the more depressing works I’ve ever read — harsh truths and undisclosed secrets.
“The Dresden feeling comes at me again, not precisely of a firestorm, horses, or broken-necked giraffes, or even of this necropolis of marble gravestones, lungs and twirling pigs, but an understanding only that we are bound together, all of us, by suffering, even more than joy.”
(Source: rebbylau, via bosxe)
moved my computer downstairs with all my gear. feeling like i’m living in my parents basement again but i’m stoked about it.
Second walk of the day brings us to the cool basement thereafter. We down here.
Say no to Mosquitos. In style.
Reading outside and the lilacs smell so good.
My temporary partner in crime. Found him a few hours ago. I call him dude man.
i would be a stay at home dad.
but since kids are worthless leeches i would rather the kids were dogs. we could take walks and they could watch me drink coffee.