personal blog

The last thing I remember last night was the two of us laughing in bed about something and saying how much it sucked we wouldn’t remember what we were laughing about.

So how about that snow?

“Hey, I gave a question”, I yelled from the bathroom. “I feel weird asking it but it’s been in my head for two days now”. Shawshank replied with one word – “Ok” – that somehow managed to convey both fear of and curiosity about my query. “Ok, so is ‘milf’ a classification based on motherhood,…