November 21st, 2007

Walking

It's bad. But what KIND of bad?

A thought earlier this morning:

I choke on the emptiness!

Thought a few moments after that thought: Sounds like either bad goth poetry or bad porn.

(The first thought brought to you by the Eve 6 song "Inside Out")
(The second thought brought to you by the thought brought to you by the song)


Edit: Better lines are in today's Questionable Content.
Walking

The Thanksgivening, It Be Begin-ening

Hi. I made it to my parents' place in Dundee. Some more relatives will arrive tomorrow. Eating and talking and "laughing and scratching" will happen.

I hope this is a Happy Thanksgiving for everyone reading this. We all deserve The Happy.