Don't insult my music.
& listen when I fucking tell you to listen. You’ll live a little.
& listen when I fucking tell you to listen. You’ll live a little.
I guess I should never be a travel agent.
Day 181.
“I think we’re lost. Is this not Grand River Avenue? Fuck Mapquest, turn around.”
“…isn’t this like the fourth time we’ve heard this song since we left Saginaw?”
Day 200.
“I was mowing the lawn the other day and I couldn’t get this song out of my head. It reminded me of you. I had to get you back.”
I don’t think we ever listened to Hootie & the Blowfish together, but it might have been the sweetest thing he ever said to me.
I love both of them. let’s see this next Friday.
I want to see this so bad! I hope it’s playing at a theater near me. They’re very weird about showing less-known films.
“Remedy for Love” Fine Art Print by Sue Wickham [1486794-4] - RedBubble
truth.
I was really confused as to why someone so famous could have such a name misspelling, so I looked up if there was a “David Henry Thoreau” as well as the Henry David Thoreau… turns out they’re the same person. He was born David Henry, not the other way around.
I sure didn’t know that. Am I the only one?
If I wear my mom’s sunglasses and throw a pipe in my mouth, I have a scary resemblance to Ellen Page in Juno.
Phila Hach
Classic southern cook, classic southern woman.
It’s funny how things change. The most recent picture I have of us four is from Labor Day weekend last year. I miss being a foursome…even with hostility and some arguments between friends.
Everything (and everyone) is different now. Having responsibilty really kills a good time. What happened to free spirits?
and surprisingly, it’s not that hard.