I was watching the Oscars with my mother tonight and she asked me what one of the awards for, I said, "Live-action short films, don't you listen?"
And she replied, "Fuck you."
I love these little moments we have.
Stefan came over last night and let me deface him... and now he's trying to get me to come to Monterey with him. I don't want to go in his car.
I had a lot more to say but time has taken its toll and I find myself speechless.
Farms have chickens. Corn.