You Become. It Takes a Long Time.
Just kidding! I can’t do any of the things I thought I could.
Just kidding! I can’t do any of the things I thought I could.
Maybe it was a Five Guys thing where you could have a snack while waiting for your food and throw the shells wherever you liked with the authority and abandon of a Tudor monarch.
How do you sum up all the complexity of a human being in a medium as limited as words?
These pieces have stood the test of time (or of SEO practices).
The best posts are the ones that remind us why this place keeps going.
What did they make in the last twelve months that sparked something—grief, pride, thought, joy, a last-minute panic because oh crap it’s my day to post something tomorrow?
If they heard an unusual call, birders may even backtrack those ten steps of progress and bring you back to the parking lot where you began.
At least in the epilogue she really sticks it to him by making him dress up in a Santa suit at the Christmas party she goes to with all of the other kidnapped women and their abductors/lovers.
The fronds always put me more in mind of Easter.
The Christmas of my youth is dead. That’s just adulthood, I suppose.