Rhyming words, a job i never wanted, and some metaphorical claustrophobia. Plus, a girl i thought was really pretty at the coffee shop.

we went to the beach in jamestown despite the weatherchannel's advice.

some ghosts, drawn while drunk in eleanor's studio, the ghostiest building ever.

too much law and order is not enough.

i love him, my sweet mutt. but, whyyyy, why why why do dogs need to eat their own vomit?