Very important things.
A couple more weeks and I’m back in America. Not sure for how long; I haven’t booked my ticket back to Grenada yet. It looks like it’ll be for about 3 weeks right now. Let’s have some fun.
I love butter fried parsnips. Every family has their “unique” Thanksgiving tradition. That is mine.
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Small Black – Weird Machines
Lymbyc Systym – Contemporary Art
I wanted to post this song but my file limitations are maxed at no more than 8 megabytes per file. I don’t know where I would change that setting so I’m at a loss. I don’t want to post any song other than this one right now. Oh well. I leave it up to you to track it down.
I had a few strange dreams. After being offered a tryout to an NHL team I debated dropping out of veterinary school to train full time. I’d rather be in the NHL than a doctor.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Fuck. And the better it gets, the worse it gets.
“As an aside, the XXXL gowns that we had in the hospital are officially referred to as “Alex’s gowns”… even by the newer nurses who clearly never met you. I chuckle each time I hear it used… and especially when it is written on the gown packs!”
- Dr. Dohanish
“basically i want to be able to look at my son one day – right in the eye – and say “your mom was fucking hot”. and then we high five, me and the kid. or something. i haven’t thought all this out yet.”
- b.p.
Brain, please shut the fuck up.
Bouncing back and forth between cloud nine and eight.
Right now I’m confused as shit on eight.