Kids kicks are just so cool. It doesn’t even matter that they don’t wear them much. Thanks to cob small turtle 0.9 gets to rock some puma cat hand me downs from turtle 2.5, all the better for track work in her turtle sized jdm spec eg civic.
Nb to self: buy turtle 0.9 an awesome jdm eg civic.
thanks teusje
This is the best idea I have ever heard of. ?I think I may just try it.
here I come no connection. perhaps I will start from Sunday 1st of August.
Wish me luck.
I think the quote in this bloggers story pretty much sums up all work places in a simple paragraph. Click on girl normals pic for the Blog post.
“If I’m eating lunch in the break room while reading a book here are two things you can probably assume:
1. whatever I’m eating is probably pretty good because I’m shoveling it into my face-hole.
2. whatever I’m reading is probably pretty good because I’m spending my precious away-from-desk time reading it.
So, that being the case, I am baffled why time and again in this situation I am interrupted by coworkers who stop me to tell me that what I’m eating looks good (thanks, I know) and to ask what I’m reading. If I wanted to tell you about the book I’m reading I would have joined your book club. I would have joined your stupid book club and I would have come over to your house to eat your stupid food and sit around listening to your stupid ideas.”
seems like a cool premise.
a dead town. brought to life with paint.
do it virtually. if you dare. and only if you can put up with the “why did you de-friend me on facebook” conversation you will have to have with ‘Sally pretendsto eatssushi’ Jones.
I am only days away. Click to commit
With my lunch break coming to an end I found this on Plaid Speaks’ Archives
Lego. What can it do for your nation.
first a kitchen, then some other shit I can’t remember now building restoration, new I shouldn’t have traded mine for a VCR {VHS} no less.
This guy is kicking all our arses.
He stands there on his beautiful little boat. On his beautiful little bay, on a beautiful (understatement) day.
Some days as I stare out my corporate Gaol window I dream about a sea change/tree change/job change (at least).
Views like this make you want to get up every Sunday[day] at 0700 and just go and stare into the sun.
fishing is for suckers though. I would plug in an extension cord and go out to drink Nespresso until around 0900. [less labour intensive]
^click^ —-> print. ~then drink nice coffee just the way you like it.
