I miss that orange cat.
The news.
The lines don’t do it any justice, but Tahoe just may be the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes.
Drawn on a plane.
Drawn on a plane.
Drawn on a plane.
Drawn on a plane. Two years of Doodles.
Sweet, sweet Florida.
The lone wolf eats his Thanksgiving dinner alone.
Cough. Cough.
Historic.
I like imagining each foot competing for the lead when I run.
It all comes around.
That nail was black for months. Running.
Highway Patrolman by Bruce Springsteen.
Nice city. Clean.
Something I read.
Wanting what cannot be had.
Dreams have a way of taking me to see people and places that I’ve worked very hard to forget.
Your hands are too dainty to uncork the terrible things I keep.
Its a heart.
Dan is one of my best friends. He’s a good guy, through and through.
This was his reply to our very dainty friend Michelle, when she was in pain from bumping her knee into I can’t remember what. I thought it was quite classy though.
This is my chair. Always preferred a good solid wooden chair. One that creaks and cracks when I balance on its back legs. Call me old fashioned, but it feels more human than the 15-point adjustment ergonomic alternative.
Spent a good majority of my elementary school career doodling up contraptions that would enable me to fly. Even collected a few feathers on my walks home.
Another loss in my family.