I’m that jerk that pulls up next to you at a stop light, music blaring out of every open window, including the sunroof. I’ve got a loud enough muffler on my car, as well. Used to be, there’d be a puff of cigarette smoke pouring out of the driver’s window, too. Terrible lane-neighbour, I know. Continue reading “Just, Loud.”
I feel pretty guilty after watching this. I don’t buy clothes often, but I do look for low prices when I do. Perhaps fewer but fairly priced items is the way to go.
I’ve been mulling over ideas for something to write about, but tonight I just kind of want to write. I don’t have any particularly gripping topic arresting my attention.
So here is a smattering of stuff about my day. Continue reading “Just Wanting to Write Something”
It was about eight months ago now when my friends asked me to take photos of their wedding. We met for dinner, and were grabbing a drink at a pub across the street from the restaurant where we were going to eat. Continue reading “A Slow Return to Photography”
My dad used to make me lunch every day that I needed it. He would ask me in the evening if I needed lunch for the next day, and then he’d wake up early enough to make sure that I had at least a sandwich to take with me. He did that until I was 29 years old.
Now, every time I make my lunch, I think of my dad. I tried to buy him lunch the last time we went out together, but he refused.
After finishing the day’s letter writing practice, I decided to check Facebook. So, instead of telling you about how I drew the best “7” that I can remember drawing, or about the details on how I’d like each letter and number to look, I’ll do some unsolicited soliciting. (I don’t do much in the way of solicited soliciting, but I’m willing to change.) Continue reading “Pret a Preter | Clothing Library & Styling Service”