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Thursday. Being chased around the house by my son in his walker.
Reblog if you’ll answer anything that comes in your ask right now. Anonymous option enabled. Go for it. #shityoudowhenyourebored
Check my mail, feed my kid, scratch my ass, wash my hands. (That last part is very important. We’re all about the hygiene here at Casa Golden.)
Hrm. Most awesome thing about me? My sense of humor, maybe.
Re second question: Dimples. It’s always the effin’ dimples.
Not a jeep, but a BMW. I was a slattern in my youth.
I keep reblogging these, to no avail. #definitionofinsanity
Fuck it, I’m in.
Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
One day I’m going to have the most gorgeous sleep ever.
It’s time to delve into the world of players, pimps, hustlers, and strippers with hearts of gold—and the marginally talented authors who write about them. Tune in Tuesday night @8pm CST to hear us bash the worst of the worst. And while you’re listening, hit up the chatroom or throw up the #nerdnoire hashtag on Twitter to join in the convo!
So this ep will be about Zane and other such authors?
Why, yes. With some Eric Jerome Dickey thrown in for good measure.
*giggle* Less than three ewe 2, E.
- [On getting a breast reduction]
- Me: But what about MY titties?
- Nik: I'm a strong supporter of your titties! I wear a button saying "I fully support Jamie's titties!"
Hospital. Long story I’ll be happy to share whenever you’re around.
Sorry I missed you! This means, of course, that I’m gonna hafta put St. Louis on my “America, Fuck Yeah!” tour of the Midwest this summer.
hangin’ in, man. hangin’ in. how YOU doin?
To Whom It May Concern,
When you are at your lowest point, when the world has decided to take a humongous dump on you, when life has handed you your ass and you feel alone, abandoned, and frustrated? It is my sincere hope that someone you deeply care for leaves you in the same foul, abrupt fashion you left me. Extra points for unfriending you on Skype while you’re in the hospital.
Blow it out your ass,