Jeff is next and then Jamie. In the bottom right-hand corner is me. I like baseball, He-Man figures, Ecclesiastes, and my wife and my son.

Trashing today for a better tomorrow. When the Mirror Breaks vol. The Rise and Fall of Me. 6 Ready to Be a Writer? Writing 4.

They seem to be getting lower and lower. Checking just how far I can bend before you see the top of my buns. Feel the same way towards the f.

Got any guilty pleasures? Accident only knows, I sure do. Some of my favorites involve song lyrics. Sexual innuendo, irreverence toward religious or political figures, or foul language? 8230;and sometimes the whole thing just gets a little uncomfortable.

My Lunch With Maya Angelou. Is that for anyone? 8221; I asked. I thought it was only a matter of time before these tickets disappeared and so I grabbed one for myself.

I am more afraid of ticks than bears. May 29, 2012 4 Comments. I recently discovered that I am more afraid of ticks than bears. You can buy this t-shirt at zazzle. Oh my gods get it AWAY from me! That recent episode of. However, I hate anything that bites.

Is there anything in the world that can possibly surpass the feeling of your newborn child grasping your finger for the first time with their tiny, little hand? How much hope and vision do we invest in those five little fingers? These little hands will build towers from blocks and fantasy worlds with Crayons. One day, when thei.

It is all about my passion and business. Two Men and One Female. One man is sitting in a subway train. His head is partly covered. His eyes roam left to right, quickly and unfocused. He smiles to no one, yet he smiles to all of us. One guy is standing in the same subway train. He is near the doors, leaning against the plastic side panel. His ear is attached to a phone and all of his energy is being spent- listening. My blood quickens as I lean against a small spa.

Gaming, media, technology, and philosophy. What are you doing right now? Reading this post, of course. I loathe reading self-help books, as many of them come off as condescending and excessively anecdotal. Besides, influencing my cognition is only going to influence my behavior so much. All but the most helpless of us know what we are. To do, or what we. Where am I then? .