A Collection of Unrelated Thoughts.

When is the last time you read and/or wrote a Sunday morning blog entry?

When is the last time you went out into your city, and just looked at the lights?

Man, my girlfriend names her pets regular names, right. Like her dog’s name is Jake, but she calls him ‘Pooty-bum’. All her pets have had nicknames. Yesterday, she was on the couch, snuggling with my Dad’s dog, Tony. She said he was ’so snuggley. awwww. Snuggles’. So I’m all ‘what? are you gonna call him ‘Snuggles’ from now on? my dog, Tony? Pooty bum, and Snuggles? Is that what you really want to call them?’

Pets are good to have. They can teach you things about yourself, mostly because they are mirrors of your personality and moods. The trainer often becomes the trainee.

Friend, My Name is Aaron. And when I die, they will ask:’What is it about that guy? he just wrote shit down; only God knows why.”

HERE is a link to some pictures of really, really small cars.