I'm sitting in the Korbstead's backyard. A drink in my hand and sun on my face. Hobie is pacing up the path and down the path, while Ginger frolics placidly at my feet eating whips of grass.
I'm home early from work and waiting for beautiful Burra. She is nowhere to be found, but I have an inkling she is out cycling.
Certainly I should be miffed or perhaps even upset, but I know, in my heart of hearts, that Burra is enjoying great company while exploring a new world of pedaling and its undeniable joy. This notion fuels the fire of my love for you Burra. Knowing you are delving into a world of passion we can share excites me to no end. Appreciate the wind at your back and embrace the pain in your legs, because that is what proves we are alive. And in love.
I just wanted you to know my train of thought as I enjoy this wondrous Sunday afternoon.
Te Amo mi amore. I'll see you shortly.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Train of thought
Couche Tard Beep
June 22nd
Tunnel of culture
Tea leaf futures
Sex
Couche Tard Beep
Leg muscles
Mercy
Facebook shares
Couche Tard Beep
Blimps
Chocolate chip cookies
Traffic
Couche Tard Beep
June 22nd
Tunnel of culture
Tea leaf futures
Sex
Couche Tard Beep
Leg muscles
Mercy
Facebook shares
Couche Tard Beep
Blimps
Chocolate chip cookies
Traffic
Couche Tard Beep
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Currently obssessed with
1) This song: Cold War Kids, Hair Down
My favorite part 'She's laughing like a choir girl. When she doubles over sounds like hallelujah.'
2) Gin and Tonics made with Hendricks gin.
3) Red caps (re: Falcon with a cap on its head)
4) Astrology.
My favorite part 'She's laughing like a choir girl. When she doubles over sounds like hallelujah.'
2) Gin and Tonics made with Hendricks gin.
3) Red caps (re: Falcon with a cap on its head)
4) Astrology.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Navigation
Do you think they will let me use a sextant to get us across Gros Morne?
Is there a reason she is on the ocean?
Is there a reason she is on the ocean?
Friday, May 25, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Word of the Week: Those words you use without really understanding what they mean.
What we thought uncanny meant:
Unusual knack for something. Being good at something.
e.g. She had an uncanny talent for spotting Hyundai Accents from afar.
What uncanny really means:
Adjective: Strange or mysterious, especially in an unsettling way.
e.g. She had an uncanny talent for picking up psychopathic individuals.
Synonyms: weird, mysterious, unearthly
Next week: If you can be uncanny, can you be canny?
Unusual knack for something. Being good at something.
e.g. She had an uncanny talent for spotting Hyundai Accents from afar.
What uncanny really means:
Adjective: Strange or mysterious, especially in an unsettling way.
e.g. She had an uncanny talent for picking up psychopathic individuals.
Synonyms: weird, mysterious, unearthly
Next week: If you can be uncanny, can you be canny?
Friday, May 18, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Exploration
It is monday, like any other monday, but not really. It feels like the first monday I have had off where the sun is out in forever. I am doing my darnedest not to be in the shadowy apartment and so am outside absorbing the sun's rays like a drunken solar panel. My goal is to find a recipe to make for you Burra. Smitten Kitchen was an awesome blog for anyone's food spank bank. It really made me want to get into this wonderful arena known as a kitchen. If only I could find it...
But damn it's hard getting into something new. the ingredients and rules, Burra, they are endless! Then I think about making fresh pasta in Italy while drinking a nice Rioja and I get inspired. By Italy I mean the gas station backyard we have. It seems like a good way to spend a saturday together.
I found a retardedly simple recipe that would not impress a starving African, but damn am I going to give it my all for you. Hopefully from here I will work my way up to rice and other more technical dishes. The possibilities are endless if I put my mind to it (or order it from Seb and pretend it is my own creation).
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But damn it's hard getting into something new. the ingredients and rules, Burra, they are endless! Then I think about making fresh pasta in Italy while drinking a nice Rioja and I get inspired. By Italy I mean the gas station backyard we have. It seems like a good way to spend a saturday together.
I found a retardedly simple recipe that would not impress a starving African, but damn am I going to give it my all for you. Hopefully from here I will work my way up to rice and other more technical dishes. The possibilities are endless if I put my mind to it (or order it from Seb and pretend it is my own creation).
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