Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
An actual text message conversation I had this morning:
757-560-XXXX: Hey big head this lena
Me: Sorry I think you may have the wrong number
757-560-XXXX: Oh ok my bad
In case you were wondering, this has nothing to do with anything.
But why should everything have to do with something?
All I know is, the woman who just passed smells like smoke, it is 95 degrees outside and there is a small Gala apple in my lunch bag I don't want to eat right now.
What of it?
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
She be quillin'
Sometimes, people make shit for the purpose of making shit.
Holla Hope Jordan!
Props for doing something that wasn't "assigned."
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Get the picture?
Sign located at Arthur's Tavern in the city.
I swear it's real. And classy as hell.
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