When you see yourself in the mirror, and you think: “you’re not half bad, kid.” Those nights are pretty alright.
The modern day gladiatoral games. Where men become men. (Taken with instagram)
Fuzzball of a baby bluejay that has taken up residence under the boat next door. I named him Blueball (changed shortly after to Blowjay, because it made me giggle more.) (Taken with instagram)
…and I’ll probably regret ever saying it in a public forum, but girls have a bad habit of falling in love with me. I understand this is most likely a slightly douchey thing to say, but it’s a serious (yeah, right) problem. They always end up liking me way more than I like them, and my natural resistance to commitment kicks in and I bolt.
Darn my natural, undeniable appeal to the fairer sex.
Today, for the first time I can ever remember, I saw my parents walking down the hallway, holding hands. I yelled “Red Rover!” and ran through the middle, almost knocking them over. I may have a problem with showing affection.