

sometimes you may step out of your way, experience something new, something strange, something that will never be again...make the most of it.
i don't believe in strangers.
it's strange how much better we would know beauty, if only we were blind.
it's a very strange feeling to be wearing only one sock.
there seems to be a strange correlation where the more productive of a day i'm having the more it looks like i just survived a tornado.
it's a bit strange to feel guilty about sending out invoices.
hear me out right now, i will never buy a car with a "trunk", they are the most impractical things in the world, hatchback and wagon for life, baby.
unemployed and homeless, it's a strange feeling, but it's going to be an amazing year, well... i wouldn't say i'm homeless, just without a bed, without a room, without my own domain, home is something in addition to have a roof over your head, i'm going to have fifty different homes this coming year.
rad, sweaters, ski boots, greasy hair, mustaches, and the most gnarly group of brothers in the world.
well that's sort strange, a los angeles song pops up out thousands, and oh yeah, wait, i'm in los angeles, and catch this, tracy comes on while drive on chapman road, nifty beans.
i hate when i write on an oyster with an ink pen and then it blows up like a marshmallow on shrooms.
sometimes when i'm chewing a piece of gum i form it into the shape of a key to unlock my door.
it's really strange when you walk five steps and think you have walked three, so you back track two steps, and by then have actually walked seven steps.
Life's a whirlwind.
Touch and gold, touch and gold, touch and gold.
Ponytails and hats, haven't figured that one out yet.
Strange, I always seem to find these new bruises every Thursday. Oh that's right, I play hockey on Wednesdays.