September 27th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Please do not stand so close to me so that I can smell, physically see, and perhaps even be repulsively sprayed with the stale remnants of your last night’s dinner. Do not embrace me, you are not my grandmother. Holding hands. Out of the question. Back up. Over there. A little further. Further.
September 19th, 2011 § 1 Comment
Over the weekend I busted out the ole astroknot suit and just thought I would pop on over to the Moon. Yep, that’s right, THE Moon. That’s how I’m living to spread hookery far and oh so extra wide. And on an added note, space breathing…weirdly addictive, no?