time time time time time. good times

Pictures are funny. I wish I had something worthwhile to write about, other than the old man speeding down the street in his electric wheelchair while smoking (no, seriously, it was weird) and my slightly insomniac tendencies. I suppose, if there was ever a day to resort to alcohol, in the realm of escapism, I believe this might be it. Not in the depressing, running away from internal problems through inebriation, but just a nice chemical relaxation, and a goddamn cigarette at 2 am. That might be nice.

photosphotosphotos.

photos.

a bit creepy, no?

day.

huh. maybe sometime there will be at least something interesting to look at.

dear dog,

I know I already posted this photo, but he reads beautifully...(that's Henry James he's tackling)

I think I might of been digital camera happy. Whatever. If you're reading this you're either creepy because I don't really know you, or you're random, or I know you. Imagine that, all the possibilities.