Here comes write.as, doot 'n doo doo
Gorgeously cold night in these parts. Walking out for
(yes, the above honestly did simply end there)
I'd not complain were there a slightly better “talent” to “other” ratio in the photographs sector. :–)
<wipes the pre-relief tension from his forhead with an empty, warm, dry Pabst bottle>
<seconds the hassle characterization>
> And there are no guarantees in life. No guarantees that > people will be read, or make friends, or have a post go > viral, or make a change in the world, or even a drop of > difference. But if you do or don't, this is a sanctuary.
It really does seem like something that shouldn't be happening given how things usually go – a communicative-people-fortuitous blip in the “Simulation™”, if you will.