I am a slow reader, and fast eater; I wish it were the other way around.

I'm turning left. Look, everyone, my blinker is on, and I'm turning left. I am so happy to be alive, driving along, making a left turn. I'm serious. I am doing exactly what I want to be doing at this moment: existing on a Tuesday, going about my business, on my way somewhere, turning left.

I have not survived against all odds. I have not lived to tell. I have not witnessed the extraordinary. This is my story.

I wish I had eaten more rice cakes.

I am a slow reader, and fast eater; I wish it were the other way around.

cozy+smell of pancakes-alarm clock=weekend

If someone is in a bad mood, tickling only makes it worse.