A view of the world through a resting Deity's eyes and possibly the bottom of her glass.
I hate turtlenecks. Wearing a turtleneck is like being strangled by a really weak guy. All day. Like, if you wear a turtleneck and a backpack, it's like a weak midget trying to bring you down.
posted by Eris @ 11:39 AM
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"Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish...so sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested...'Res ipsa loquitur.' Let the good times roll." - Hunter S. Thompson
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