Doing it right from one generation too the next on Derek’s 21st.
Post Thanksgiving dinner walk with the family. There is something about those little traditions that warm the soul.
The urge, the rush, the passion, the crush, the moment of lust that subverts the trust.
It feels like freedom but it ends in disgust.
If only my mind could suppress you, robust.
I’ll manage the agany of enduring the dust, if only I had hope in reverting unjust.
My Rock-climbing instructor is a boss but sorry ladies he’s taken.
It may still be November but I guess the people in charge of decor at South Coast Plaza thought Christmas should come a little early this year.
I could spend hours right here and be completely content.
I am in possession of Lord Voldemort’s wand. Beware of its taint.
The perception of the flame is altered by a glass of wine.
Shimming up the chimney at Rockreation, a sold 10c climb.
Live Action Role Play
To fantasize about a better world can be a healthy escape, but to get trapped in the allusion of make-believe is one of the worst mistakes a person can make. It is quintessential to keep hold of realty; to remember you are apart of a world that is in desperate need of a hero. Get your head out of the clouds and face the giant shitting on your front lawn. Life is live action role play, embrace it.
I’m not condoning vandalism but I found this sweet tag outside my church on Sunday.
My car broke down last week and I’ve been searching for a new ride. What do you think? Is she a keeper?
Is it actually Fall in So Cal? I can’t believe it!
Today I got a anonymous letter in the mail encouraging me through this hard time in my life and blessing me with $50. It’s amazing how The Lord provides.