And a difficult, messy birth it was.
Know your target market.
Giddyap, my little brony.
tendersociety on Instagram
Somehow, everything ever posted through tumblr’s android app never made it onto the site. Should I have checked, all that while, living in a basement apartment with no good connectivity? Perhaps. But it’s like art portfolios. They’re great until you decide to drop art school and leave a three year output in your friend’s trunk right before he moves to Colorado.
“At least he’ll have a nice charcoal portrait of Nixon,” you think, glad to be done with it.
Anyhow, until the Society finds more permanent offices, expect infrequent formal posting combined with a robust Instagram presence.
Good job for not listening to those negative nancies who’d have left you standing on the corner of snooze and boring. You showed them, you did.
Finally, a Broadway show for the rest of us.
Science is patronizing you.
In the sudden burst of cloud and rain after so much sun, Spring hit a window, fell to the ground, stunned. You could see its imprint upon the window: a dusky shadow of wing and beak. Shake it off, Spring, you’ll be okay, won’t you?
Scientists today have announced the discovery of a particularly virulent strain of Cheetos.
Finding the housing market here refreshing.
Seattle is whip-smart, well-educated, politically motivated, sex-positive, a little forward yet slyly shy and ever-so reserved. Get a drink in Seattle and it’ll tell you things you never expected to hear on a first date. Seattle’s a helluva good time, and you’d like to buy it breakfast.
I married him, dear reader.
The rainbow’s never enuf.
A Spike Lee Joint.
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