Ben Folds: Speed Graphic
Yesterday afternoon while I was chatting with my friend in her living room, Chuck somehow managed to get himself stuck underneath her couch. I had put him in a down-stay, a command that is supposed to keep him in a still, prostrate position on the floor so that he doesn’t go wandering where little dogs [...]
Call this website a “diary” or a “journal.” I prefer “piece of self-loathing, self-indulgent, narcissistic crap,” thank you very much.
For the first time in my life I have an ass.