A few of my favorite quotes...
From this weekends backpacking trip: ” I appreciate the level terrain almost as much as I appreciate the lack of orcs.” “Why does it smell like shit?” “…oh, it’s probably that big pile of shit.” *Stove top ignites like a jet engine* “Yeah, that’s what I meant by this thing will cook in the rain…it’s serious...
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Seriously had the best day. Today is just painful, though. I’m sore all over, I don’t even know how it happened. I blame all the children who kept fighting us and inevitable knocking us to the ground in triumphant victory. My voice is slowly dissipating from excessive battle cries. I completely forgot about the blue paint all over my back, so my tan sheets are now a light shade of...
Is an interesting one. Between drunk Facebook messages from my sister who is currently on Canada, to a pigeon nearly flying straight into my face and clipping my head with its wing. I’d just like for class to be over so I can go home, make a drink, sew, wake up absurdly early and let gloriousness ensue.
Have some Devienne.
The Oromo people would customarily plant a coffee tree on the graves of powerful...– Allen, Stewart Lee (1999). The devil’s cup : coffee, the driving force in history.