in working on a piece about oatmeal for the violet's fall issue, and feeling like a bit of failure, i discovered the oatmeal artist. it is pure gold.
soon it will be leg warmer and risotto weather and your girl will not look back.
does anyone care about anyone else's opinions about politics? or do people only want to talk about how they feel and agree with the other people who feel the same way?
apple pickin, nose pickin, sufjan stevens ballet!
i am counting down the days until dog days. also relearning the 100 pages of vibraphone notes and it is the most fun in the practice room i've had since famicom.
anyone got any good australian licorice recipes?