New Year, new attempt at ridding myself of things, junk, possessions that own me instead of the other way. I got 93 days in my last attempt. Here's hoping for 365 this time around. First up is a CD. "EBP"... Continue Reading →
A baby from a king cake. Kept as a memory. Of New Orleans, I'm guessing. A memory that faded to nothing. See ya.
It was a Thursday morning. I remember that much. The day was much like every other spring day. I woke up around 10 in the morning. I turned on my computer. I stared at it for a while. I ate... Continue Reading →