Nothing goes wrong until everything goes right. You’re welcom.
Nothin’ I like better than chubbin’ it up in the park.
This is for you, bro. (You probably don’t see enough of this in San Francisco, right)?
Nothing goes wrong until everything goes right. You’re welcom.
People: I’m dying; stop complaining and go live your life.
I used to Indiana Jones by running past my apartment’s parking gate while it’s closing. That’s what Indiana Jones did. He ran past gates and walls and stuff while they were closing. My parking gate closes really slowly though, so to make it more exciting I had a couple neighbor kids stand outside…
Gosh darnit, Kelsey! This had better be an April Fool’s prank because I live in the D.C. metro area and have no way of telling if what you’re saying here is simply a joking or not—and it better be a joke!! Cause if it is, you got me…ha ha! There. Not really that funny though, Kelsey. Hope you’re all right, nonetheless. I’ll see your status updates on FB.
Or you’re going through fits of extreme rage, or you’re above the law, or you ARE the law, or you’re an ambulance driver, or you’ve found “god”, or you’re on hallucinogenic drugs, or you or your significant other is having a baby, or…
Click on Gadsby. You’re welcome.
One of my favorite bike ride destinations: Reagan National Airport The planes fly about 50 feet above our head!
I really want to get this wooden Eames chair (picture taken today from Design Within Reach) but I have no idea where to put it in my house (despite most of my stuff in my home is mid-century modern furnishing in a minimalistic and art-deco/studio style atmosphere). Maybe someone can give me some ideas?