Or Part I: What I Did On the First Day of My Vacation.
Author Archives: The French Fury
El Guapo, P-Dubs, KMNDZ, and the French Fury walk into Dodgers Stadium…
If there were such a thing as playing god, I’m pretty sure it’d look like this.
San Diego is not my favourite place on Earth, but Balboa Park sure is making me rethink that.
I’ve shown the beginnings of this a few posts ago. I’ve had to take a break in between, but picked it up in earnest recently and have been making some good progress, which I’m pretty stoked about.
Life would be so much easier if I could just print screen my brain.
It’s going to be okay. I’m going to be okay.
April means two things: my rent goes up, and the Cosmic Café reopens.
Behold: the rainforest’s native squirrel in its natural habitat.
I don’t usually drink soda, but when I do, I make it myself with the blood of a thousand virgin goats.
The Croissant Fairy is kind of the best thing happening in my life right now. It signals the end of the week, the beginning of the weekend being near and a tasty treat being consumed within the following minutes.
A little bit of this, and a whole lotta bit of that. Another volume of photos from my phone, nonsense chronology style.
“FATTY! Who you calling fatty, moosehead?”