putter-on
Graduate. Abstruse. Golfer. Procrastinator. Reader. Aloof. Philosopher. Agnostic. Writer. Pleonast. Vegan.
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May 31 2009
Two baby birds next to my tee box on the back nine.
So golf isn’t really a sport you can just randomly play every couple months. Apparently I need to give it more attention.
By the way, once you cannot use a word anymore, it becomes impossible not to say (I.e., I’m dead tired, jeff dunham ‘I’ll kill you’, FML).
May 23 2009
May 22 2009
Debbie’s funeral is tomorrow. I sure as hell hope that I’m strong enough to be the kind of friend I need to be right now. Shitfuck.
May 15 2009
NIN
NIN/JA tonight. It was amazing.
I still can’t figure out why the fuck NIN would be opening for Jane’s. Nothing against them, but they’re no comparison to Trent. FYL.
May 9 2009
Trip!
To Flagstaff to visit friends! Wineloft! Apples to apples! Huzzah!!!!
April 28 2009
as I entered the market to pick up some goddies two little old ladies took notice of me and chatted me up. I don’t get that often, and I can’t say I’m usually open for conversation with random people. they were sweet though, and it kind of made me day. the randomness of our conversation made me a little more ready for the day. :)
April 18 2009
I’m watching a bee…
February 25 2009
Oink
I wish I’d gotten to say goodbye to Berla, cutest fat pig ever, clear blue eyes.
