Holy shit, the boy sounds as traumatized as Brad Pitt in Se7en. "AAAHHH, WHAT'S IN THE BOX? WHAT'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN' BOX?"
...On a much less devious/more non-sequitur-ous note, I know now that I still like Hootie and the Blowfish.
I walked over four miles Friday. (I didn't walk nearly that far Saturday or today, because I didn't leave the house.) The skies were bright and the…
Wednesday was an out-and-about day. Several hours driving, some errands, many sights, and many thoughts. This entry won't be elegant about it —…
Several days ago, last Sunday, I was back at work and a co-worker, conversationally, asked how I'd spent my weekend. I was vague at first. A little…