October 2014 was like a terrible blind date.

Fremont. 

I took this surreptitiously and from afar. but perhaps you can see the accompanying Bob Ross painting with face-cutout. 

seattle's being a tempestuous strumpet again. 

I finally found my old 12g barbell and lo! my tongue piercing is still viable. 

years ago, I was with a friend and neither of us were sober and she started rhapsodizing about how weird tongues are. "they're like, the only muscle you can GRAB, like, DIRECTLY" she said. I still think about that, obviously. I should make tshirts that say "have you grabbed your tongue muscle today?" actually, no. I shouldn't. 

Capitol Hill. this far surpasses the dulcet tags of "shitbarf" and "sissies rule."

"the substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction." Iris Murdoch