I terrified of ear candles, love dogs and alcohol, and should get back to work. My secret ukulele name is "Hygrophorus."
A reprimand? Isn't that the Canadian equivalent of capital punishment?
I hope this isn't a cumulative factor, because, well, I should have had a heart attack 120 years ago.
Hey, why not order up a cruhsandwich on a crescent roll?
@Josh Michtom Eine kleine komposita?
I bought a bitcoin a couple of years ago, out of novelty. I forgot about it until this week. Theoretically, I'm out $586, though my actual loss is about $3. Mt. Gox owes me train fair.
Yeah, and I would hate to see a New York where people couldn't choose to sleep where they wanted, like doorways and steam grates. There's just something so comforting about the freedom to curl up in a blanket on the E Train.
New Lykke Li makes life worth living. Today.
I can't understand currency without a Neal Stephenson epic.
Of course they have no shame. They lick their balls in public, and eat cat poop - which has the same nutritional value as Upworthy.
I had a year-long gig with a design firm in midtown and the client was in Tribeca. The vacant E cars were like my own private railroad system for status meetings. As a special-interest beneficiary of the this route, j'adore the E.