i’m sorry i used your short sentence blog syntax. thanks, tor
I once met Peter Forsberg. I waited in line for two and a half hours to have a brief but glorious converstation. It went as follows: Me: ::staring in shock and awe:: “Wow.” Peter: “How long have you been waiting in line? Me: “Two hours.” :: followed by more awkward staring:: While he probably has no recollection of this moment where our lives briefly aligned (while...
Does Burning Myself-
with the hot sauce count?* *short sentence syntax acquired from eb’s blog.
to stop burning myself at work.* *short sentence syntax acquired from eb’s blog.
First Grade and the Orange Marmalade
As the title of this story suggests, this tale takes place during the first grade. Travel with me now back to Mrs. Baker’s first grade class at Kula Elementary School. There we were, the whole class sitting in a big circle waiting for Mrs. Baker to bring in a surprise she had been talking about all week. She took out a box of crackers and she put her hand in a small brown paper bag. As she...
richmond breeze - you tricked me. I thought I was back home. running through the yard- barefoot.
There was some football game on the other night where they ran some awesomely overpriced, overly celebrity endorsed, and overly played-out concept-less advertisements. I say this mostly because I had a book ready piece which required a monster pigeon with the head of Justin Timberlake drinking a coke while sending a package. Now people will just think I’m stealing. damn.