duffy:mercy

when i'm driving in my car, i hold the steering wheel with my knees and dance to this song like it's my job.
(note the angelina jolie lippage.)

meeting strategy

"hey mom, remember when you used to put white stuff down my face?"

"what, babe?"

"you used to put white stuff. in a can. down my mouth."

"What...oh my god."

and then it hit me, when harper was about 1 1/2 and i knew i had a conference call with a client, i used to buy a can of reddi wip and feed her the entire can to make her be quiet while i worked. each time she opened up her mouth to say something i would fill her little mouth full of of the "white stuff". i could get about 45 minutes of peace and quiet out of that can.

i sure that's why they call it a pie hole.

why i love my job:: #11

this a response from a client when i asked if i could submit his work for a beard award:

"you can take your fucking beard medal and shove it up your ass.
what bullshit.
a few years back we lost to a couple of charlatans.
fuck them.
we should enter though."

cold cocking

i know of no greater aspiration than to be able to punch a guy while doing the splits.

great for a case of the mondays

brian + gavin = lola margot green

welcome to the world. you are perfect.

admit it, you want some

indeed

marianne williamson

"What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?"

the field: a paw in my face

when i listen to this band i feel as if may be close to meditating. and that's really saying something for this brain.

I beg you...to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.

- rilke