Today I wore a new shirt (well, new for me, I actually got it for Christmas last year from Sharaun’s family in Florida). It has “pronounced” collars. So pronounced, in fact, that my shadow in the parking lot while walking to my car for lunch made me laugh.
To me, it looked like the kind of ornate future-space uniform an intergalactic planetary overlord might wear.
Fear me, air-breathing planetwalkers; fear me.
Also written on this day...
- on the strasse - 2007
- hey! all i have to type is 'y' - 2006
- i'm just here - 2005
Look out!! You’re being chased by a bat!!