At a club in Milan Saturday night. (Taken with instagram)
I’m Back.
Gotta do a post to keep this thing relevant. I’m going to make it just over 140 characters so that it’s worth being a blog post and not just a tweet. Probs should also include a picture of a cat. Will do when I get a cat.
“Colossians 3:24 “Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.”
(Source: whosromeo)
(by inc0mmunicado)
“Dwight Schrute:
“What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he’s the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years; she’s never taken another lover. I don’t care, I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.”
“What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he’s the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years; she’s never taken another lover. I don’t care, I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.”
Tacos For Dinner
- Mom: Tacos or meat loaf for dinner?
- Me: Tacos
- Mom: Bring your appetite. When will you be home?
- Mom: Eta?
- Mom: ???
- Me: Can you pick me up at 6:45? My phone is going to die.
- Mom: Walnut St?
- Me: Yes
- Mom: How many tacos?
- Me: Might be more like 7.
- Mom: Tacos?
- Me: No, my train gets in then.
- Me: Tacos? 2?
- Mom: How many tacos?
- Me: Mom, chill with the tacos.
presh.
(Source: january-in-paris)
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