I have moments (days) of vast immaturity. Turning 30 has changed things. I'm still immature, but I'm aware at the time that I'm being immature instead of being obliviously immature. Ah, the good old days. That being said, a heavy metal band has asked me to come play cello with them. I'm in squeally glee about this. Perhaps this is immature. Or perhaps it's fucking awesome!!! It has been a long week for a cranky me and I've been playing the pie game to make time pass:
http://www.microprizes.com/mp32.htm
I once made it in 15 bites. This is what I do with my daily 10 minutes of free time. I'm not being deep today. I'm drinking bad wine today.
An Erinku:
scratches
crissing
crossing
cat reminders
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