Cute girl in seat next to me on train just started talking to me about Twitter.
She just finished an internship doing social media nonsense for a local company.
I didn’t tell her about luckyshirt, but I have to wonder how she would react if she suddenly found out that the guy she is sitting next to and speaking with is absolutely nobody she has ever heard of.
My superpower is the ability to be superhumanly comfortable right now.
So if any bad guys need to be brought to justice by being exposed to my comfortableness, you know who to call.
Just know that when you do call, I won’t answer.
Little Goat is so cute, I want to get it in a headlock and bite its face.
That’s a urinal.
Well, and a waterfall.
That’s a urinal waterfall.
Don’t go chasing it.
I’ll stop.
If my iPhone was faster, you'd be looking at a picture of a street sign that proved that I was on Elm Street.
But I was fumbling with this stupid thing like I had knives for fingers.
What a nightmare.
I’m in Solvang.
That’s only going to be funny to a very small group.
…of which I may be the only member.
So yeah: business as usual.
What’s the past tense of “friend”?
Natty Gann was hot, and she had a wolf.
A. Wolf.
Put that in your IM and DB it.
Confession:
I took that last picture just so I could say “Natty Gann”.
Out the train window.
I feel just like Natty Gann.
