Scribbled in my journal, a note to my son: “Find someone you’re willing to share your peanut butter cookies with.”
Scribbled in my journal, a note to my son: “Find someone you’re willing to share your peanut butter cookies with.”
There’s something beautiful about a cranapple blend. There’s something miraculous in a new book. There’s something superbly sexy about Alison Tyler. There’s something comforting about having friends who stuck around throughout all my drama and asshole-ish-ness. There’s something heart-stoppingly awesome when he gets excited by my present. There’s something peaceful in MayKay‘s voice. And …
And I can’t compete with all you talk about, You’re so informed. Yet, you talk like a lout, you say Yo la Tengo like you’re selling perfume Like a brand new scent for modern men Invented by cartoons. Why must I be the pessimistic romantic? I see the end of a relationship before it starts. …
Chapin City Blues 